Hi everyone! It's hot down here. I mean HOT! This kind of heat just kills me. I just want to lay on the sofa under the fan and not move. Sadly, I have to work. This heat we have here keeps me from moving to Orlando. Why? Well, because Orlando is five hours south of here, which should equal more heat, and I totally cannot handle more heat. A heat index of 104 is plenty, thanks.
Also I'm going to the doctor tomorrow to have a bright, glowing, annoying red spot taken off the tip of my nose so that when I meet you all you don't have to avert your eyes and then later talk to other people about the poor Rudolph girl. I'm worried it's going to hurt, but beauty is pain, right? I will not chicken out, I will not chicken out, I will not chicken out.
And it's not covered by insurance. Of course it isn't. Why wouldn't the insurance company pay to have a red spot taken off my nose, when they could pay for the rounds of depression and anti-anxity meds I'll surely need if I don't get it removed. Plus, depression is a gateway for other things that insurance does pay for like my future heart problems, paranoia and eating disorder. Then there's the depression you all will likely feel after seeing my nose, so more insurance claims there. They should just save themselves a lot of grief and kick in some money on my nose. But they aren't. So, because I'm a good citizen, and vacation partner, I'm going to foot the bill myself tomorrow at 10:00 a.m.
Yes, it HAS been slow at work now that you mention it. What gave it away that I have too much time on my hands? This incredibly long, pointless post? Ahh, I'll work on that!