slowly going crazy

Last night, when I headed to bed, I was sure I smelled smoke -- the strong, distinct odor of cigarette smoke. There's not really a way for smoke to make its way into our condo, so I chalked it up to another case of the crazies.  (Karen was kind enough to say she smelled it too, but I think she's just become accustomed to agreeing with me.)

I also have been ravenously hungry, which I'm sure is a combination of less snacking and my heightened awareness of all things happening in my body.  The headaches are still around, but I suppose they're not as bad as they were last week.  Other than that, I've had no definite signs.  (Unless you count the time that I yelled 'I JUST WANT A SIGN!' and we heard a clunking sound coming from another room.  Probably not what I was looking for.)

Five days left.  I just may make it.