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How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Being a Hypochondriac

By the time I got on the bus to go to Boston last Thursday, I knew something was very wrong with the ol’ bod. This in itself is not strange. I’m a hypochondriac, so I’m using running my inner diagnostics, trying to figure out if that itch or this pain means imminent death. What wasContinue reading “How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Being a Hypochondriac”

Boring-est

I have 3478 words of NaNoWriMo fun in my bank of wordy goodness. This might not sound like much to you, but my sore wrist says otherwise. Other things I have, besides 3478 words and a sore wrist: 1) Two candles that don’t smell.2) A statue of Ganesha. This is because I went to theContinue reading “Boring-est”