So yeah, I'm not gonna die.

I feel like it though.

Those stupid sores are still all over meeee. They hurt like a mother. I went to the doctor and he was like, "Uh... I have no idea what that is. I'll send you to the dermatologist." I'm like, "Great."

So I went to the dermatologist two days later.

"What are we in for?" he asks cheerily.

"A rash," I reply.

"Oh, good! I haven't had a good rash in a while! All we've been getting lately are acne and warts. Let's see, shall we?"

I show him my elbows, hands, and knees.

"I know exactly what that is!" he says excitedly. "This is awesome!"

By now, I am incredibly confused. "So, what is it?"

He says something I don't understand. Then he said, "This'll go away in about a week. It didn't come from your other medication, like you thought. It was partially from that thing on your finger, and partially from a sinus infection."

I'm like, "uh... wtf."

So, that's it. I'm going to liiiive. I had to work on Thanksgiving. It made me tiiiiiired.

And now I'm tiiiired. I went to bed at nine last night.

NINE.

Still tired.

Love cheese.

Can I be married to Mark yet? March takes too long!!!


In other news, I'm updating Hold Me Tight, meaning I'm going back through and correcting mistakes and making little tweaks. Hope ya'll don't mind.