So anyway, now that I have to journal it, don't you know this is making me even MORE of a hypochondriac! I'm already on my second sheet of paper with my entries. I'm gonna look nuts. I almost want it to show that something is going on. You know, totally something that's completely curable/manageable...that he'll tell me to eat more fiber, exercise dammit, and take more baths or vacations (relax lady!). I just don't want to look this good for two days and have it be nothing. Plus, it's gonna cost a million bucks!
Anyway...enough of my complaining. Which I'm not. I love the fact that I'm freaking A out--she can't look another minute and L wants to know if she can listen to country music on it. I love it. Okay, I like-like it. I am starving for attention though, so you know this is helping out in a big way. I just gotta figure out how to post a picture of this baby without it looking...um, bad on so many levels. For now...I'll just leave it to your imagination, and go count my palpitations.