My crud seems to be worsening. I might actually have to haul ass to the doctor, despite my eight-year-old-inner-child protests.
On the subject of frigidity (we were talking about that, right?), I finally reviewed The World’s Dumbest Book. Did that feel good, you ask? Yes. Yes, it did. I got so carried away that I left out the part where the author lists her cures to low self-esteem. Among them? Cut out all sugar, refined flour, salt, and sweets from your diet two weeks before your big date. Uh huh. If you’re in the mood for something sweet, just pop a lemon Ricola in your mouth! That’s right. It’s 2009 and women are still trying to fix their lives by crash dieting and finding men to latch on to? WAKE UP.
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If you’ve got the crud I had a few months ago, which seems to be going around again, you may need to see a doctor. That’s what I had to do.