Day 4

I'm happy to report the aching has diminished and now the mental torture has begun. I haven't been downstairs to the library but once today. A quick in and out to grab the mail cart and key and rush down to the mailroom and back. I was afraid to go near the chocolate or the jelly beans...seriously is it normal to think that jelly beans can talk to you? "Come here, Stephanie, enjoy our tropical flavor that reminds you of your one legged Florida trip with John, Rae and Tam," say the pina colada flavors. "Ignore them and come taste our cinnamony goodness" responds the red with yellow flecked ones. Fortunately, above the tasty ones I can hill the shrill high pitched butter popcorn beans screaming, "Popcorn, get your nasty, fake microwave popcorn." Those buttered popcorn jelly bellys are tricky because they can easily be mistaken for pina coladas, unless your listening closely, which I am.