Okay. I'm breathing. In. Out. Slowly. Deep, cleansing breaths.
I wore a heat wrap around my back all night. It doesn't feel better, but it doesn't feel worse either.
I don't feel like strangling anyone right now, so it might be okay to go to work.
Oy. I'm that cranky old lady that used to live down the street. Now she lives in my house. Kim and Whoorl, I think I AM turning into a Golden Girl. (I still get to be Sophia!)
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What? Me turning into Sophia Petrillo? or strangling someone at work?!?
i think i should be blanche, that saucy little minx.
as long as i don't have to be bea arthur.
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