I told them I was Mike D, they was like, I don't know, he might be

That subject up there has nothing to do with what I am going to write about, I just love that lyric line.

I thought I would rant a little here about how my life is going right now. Home is good, my health is not. =(
I'm going to the doctor Tuesday, cause we were all informed not to call in Monday, and I'm sure they need me enough to not have time to get out to Springfield, via bus, then back. This is a big thing, cause I hate my doctor. A bunch.
But I'm FREAKING OUT. Thanks Dad, for the hypochondriac gene. Like I need more to worry about. My skin has always been a source of irritation, I don't have nice skin. It likes to get weird little irritations, boils, all sorts of things. I'm not even going to go into detail on what my problem is exactly, cause it's kind of gross, but I'm just so sad. =(
One of my best favorite parts of skin has a LOT of irritation, and I'm afraid it's going to scar, and I think I just might die then. (yes, I'm being melodramatic, but I would absolutely be very sad, and ashamed of another damn body part. =( )
Just writing this out is making me worry more when there is NOTHING I CAN DO UNTIL TUESDAY. Ok Desiree? Stop worrying about it, it will do you no good.

This had been a bad year for my skin. Bumps, lumps, irritation. My skin is dumb.
I'm SO drinking tonight.

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