The Title: I had a doctor's appointment and my very nervous talking doctor checked out my sore ankle. He looks at my shoes and goes "Those are uh...decorative, but uh...you should wear um... some shoes with a thick sole and um...laces". That's the weirdest way I've ever heard anyone say "Wear comfortable walking shoes".
Moving Right Along:
This is mutha flippin' ridiculous. I'm a freakout-aholic. Typically, it just seems like I'm freaking out, but I'm not, I'm just very dramatic and eccentric...oh but wait, it might still be that. No no, it's not. I'm recently having a lot of issues with over-thinking, so I'm going to go back to filling out these little anxiety worksheets I used to do. I just wish I could not care about things sometimes. That may sound stupid, but it's absolutely true. Some people just kind of float through a day. I'm constantly trying to attack the day and accomplish five billion things. I can't keep living this way, I'll be dead by thirty-five and three quarters. And I can't die then, because I'm supposed to go on a Disney Cruise at that age! You know what, Bloom might outlive me. I hate that cat! (I love that cat).
In other news...I'm staring at my 80 percent packed up belongings. Awesome! I've never packed this efficiently. I'm actually excited to go live with granny for a bit. Free food. I don't have to cook it. Access to free laundry. Hearing stories about how I'm related to Lionel Richie...we really are, I'm just not sure in what way. Teaching my granny how to use the internet. It's all just really fun.
30 Rock Spec Script is going well also....yabba dabba dookie.
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