No, I am not carrying fucking twins. Okay? I just carry big. Also: I am short.
Also: My blood pressure is not kidding! This past weekend, I got really upset about a confluence of events, and I seriously got sick for all of Saturday afternoon. And now I can't stop thinking that I hurt Sluggo in the process.
See, this is why my friends call my blog "exhausting." But if you think it's tiring to read about my worry -- try being in my head for an hour! The horror. The. Horror.