I weighed 113 this morning.  I don't want to talk.  About anything.  At all.  I just want to crawl into a corner and cry.  Or die.  I would like to die while I'm curled up crying in that corner.  Maybe I'll explain later tonight.  Or tomorrow.  It depends on if I feel any better later.  Don't count on me being an active blogger or anything this month.  August is the worst month of the year.