sister christer tell 'em

Between Raynaud's phenomenon, bad posture and work related stress, my bod is dying a slow, painful death.

Ok, minus the work related stress. Mainly my back just hurts and I have cold feet.

Not wedding day cold feet, but literally frozen toez-en.

I'm being dramatic, something typically reserved for middle children, but since I need to pretend to be Megan for the rest of the week so Jim and Elaine don't worry, I'll take on the role. Which may be why my back is hurting.

So let me air my drama before I let it get the best of me.

I lied, I don't have any. Aside from the occassional attempt to crack my sore, uncrackabley strong back, eye twitch from this fluorescent light that usually cheers me up, and shaking foot due to the Dew Kelsey gave me as a reward for going to work yesterday..things are pretty dull.

What I wouldn't give for something to actually talk about.

On the brighter side of things, I've been busy enough that I no longer write my name in cursive on pads of post-it notes. If that isn't a sure fire sign that the economy is picking up, I don't know what is.

That and the fact that the Saved by the Bell cast is reuniting.

Which is all I have thought about all day long. and the candy from Danny's graduation party that's sitting on our counter. Another reward I was given for dropping off Lindsay's jeans. Do you see a trend here? Sugar. Sugar gets me to do things. I am an 8 year old trapped in a 40-something year old's body with diabetes and dentures in my near future. But at least I'm a people pleaser on my way down the slippary sugary slope to insulin injections. Is that what diabetic people do? I guess I'm not sure.

But I am sure of this.

I am overdue for a dental exam. But I don't think I have insurance. Dad, do I? I don't think I do and it really hits home whenever I accidentally pass KDWB and hear the "I got a mouth fulla cavities" sugar song by Flo Rida. Dear Delta Dental, do you do any FREE plans? That'd be nice.

Is it wrong of me to write W/B/S or C/M at the end of this? I miss the days of cutely folded notes that were signed w/b/s or c/m! Why can't co-workers do that? I think I'd be better friends with these people if notes were incorporated. I need a refresher on what's up with nsync, 7th heaven, and boy meets world. Plus all the cool acronyms that I'm supposed to use and maybe a quick course on oragami. Then I'd be all set. And then these girls will not be able to doubt the honor and privilege that is: working with me.

W/B/S!

C/M!