Yes, that’s right. I once again waited until the end of the month to write something. And you know what?!
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…
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.
Seriously, stop bugging me, you’re stressing me out!
P.S. – all true. Everything you read.