Yes, that’s right. I once again waited until the end of the month to write something. And you know what?!

Me neither.

So let’s get into this.

I have recently taken a trip to the ER because my heart was a running a race with the Flash. It was determined to win the race, too. But I intervened. I should have done something about this a long time ago, but, well, here we are.

So they ran some tests and it turns out I had a rare disease called “you don’t have anything, you’re just lazy, out of shape, and only eat junk food you moron.” Doctors call it YDHAYJLOSOEJFYM…

*troll face*

So nothing was wrong with me, except the fast heart rate. It must be anxiety. But what in the nation of guns and pies and old fashioned bigotry to I have to be anxious about!

Well, I’ll tell you.

Just not now.

Later.

Seriously, stop bugging me, you’re stressing me out!

-Diggs out

P.S. – all true. Everything you read.