stop it, come on, you're not making sense now.

I should be sleeping.
But I never do actually do what I'm supposed to do, do I?
There were 4 do's in that sentence.
Whoa. My count is really going up.
Anyway. Did you know that if you scratch your leg hard enough with your fingernail, you can draw blood? Because I honestly didn't. My leg was just really itchy. Now I have this really long, bad ass scratch up the side of my thigh, which will probably end up scabbing over by monday.
I'm just hoping if I have to go get a cat scan (like Dr.Borat-look-alike said he wanted to do) it'll just be a tiny line no doctors will really notice.
They're already considering depression as a reason for my "extreme fatigue", and I don't want them getting any evidence (no matter how false it may be) toward that. I keep telling people, "I think I would KNOW if I were depressed." Well, I do know.
There is a very good chance I am depressed.
Or have diabetes, if you want to be optimistic. Which really isn't that much of a better option. I can't stand needles, so having to prick my finger everyday? Not going so hot in my mind right now.
I really hope its just anemia or something that could shut down my internal organs.
Compared to poking myself with a needle, I'd rather take the shut down internal organs.
That's how serious I am about the needle thing.
Also, thanks giving sucked.
My aunt was her normal, evangelical, jonas-loving self.
My grandma called me a little bitch.
My dad yelled at me for being antisocial after a wave of fatigue hit me and I almost passed out on the couch.
My uncle tried to tickle me.
My brother annoyed the crap out of me.
It was not very fun, trust me.
Oh, and my dad decided to cook turkey AND rabbit.
RABBIT. I know.
It makes me want to cry.
POOR FLUFFY BUNNY :[