Well, I have officially given myself a panic attack. Just thought you all should know. I was sitting here, paying my bills on-line and I suddenly realized that I will be paying bills for the rest of my life. Where am I going to get that kind of cash?
I hate money!
Sorry, Rach, if my panic attack about money suddenly gives you a panic attack about money.

So, what's new with me? Well, I have gall stones. That sucks. They haven't gotten super bad yet. I mean, I am not rushing to the emergency room or anything, but you never know.

You know the phrase "He's just not that into you" ? Me, too. But honestly, I am fine with it. Seriously. Why should I sit around pining after someone?

As a recap, I hate money, I hate my gall bladder and it's inability to function properly, and I hate that I am not that broken-hearted. I guess I am just used to it.