I remember going to the doctor about this when I lived in Denmark. The doctor had no idea what was wrong with me, and just thought I was overreacting. It's funny that a bunch of goons were able to answer my lifelong burning desire to know exactly what my deal is. Now I feel much better because as it turns out, it's really no big deal.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Finally Good for Something
Yesterday, I told Lee about a malady that I had been experiencing since I was a little girl. It was the first time in 15 years I had told anyone about this issue, and it felt really good to get it off my chest. Even better, due to the fact that Lee is an avid Something Awful reader, he was able to immediately diagnose my ailment, and point me in the direction of its Wikipedia page.
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