erika | leave me in a ditch, like roadkill.

Regarding Josh and I living together: I have no idea how I'm pulling this one off but to my surprise, he's still here. We haven't found a house yet, because ofc we haven't, my younger brother (and therefore my access to six+ burly 19 year olds) is leaving for New Zealand next week and if all I had to do on moving day was direct burly shirtless barely legal men around, that would be too easy.

For those of you wondering about

panda, she too is still around, sticking improvised shivs in people's throats and whatnot. Or at least probably wishing to. Having talked to her this morning, I think it's safe to say she hasn't actually done it. Yet. We can never count her out entirely.

Uh. I've been working on this entry for a week and I finally came up with something important enough to hit "post" on:

I just got diagnosed with fibromyalgia. Like, last night. Seriously. So there's that. I'm not sure why it's such a fucking surprise to me, because NO ONE ELSE I've given the news sounded the slightest bit surprised, but I'm still kinda shocked.

Oh, I also have sleep apnea and restless leg syndrome. Because you know me, I'm a pringles kind of girl when it comes to getting new chronic dx, I can't have just one.

I'll be afk for a few hours because I'm gonna go get my blood sucked out of me for confirmational tests (dr said she's 90% sure regardless) and then take a soak in the public pool's hot tub for an hour or so, because otherwise there will be ... more blood.

That sounded more threatening in my head. As in, at all threatening. My threats are getting ridiculous. [Ignore anyone who said they were already ridiculous.

panda, stop writing that comment in your head right now.]

I've been experimenting with finding the humorous side of these new conditions already, however! Last night, I told Josh that he had to give me the pillow I wanted because I have fibromyalgia. I only cried a little bit, too. Success!