Next Friday, a photographer from Westport Magazine is coming to the house. It's a local magazine, but supposedly it has a good circulation.
The week after that, it's a photographer from Women's Day Magazine.
That's five photo shoots since last month. Things are only going to get crazier and crazier as the book release approaches.
I have a doctor's appointment on Friday. God I hate giving blood. I don't care about needles. When you're a little kid and they stick you with 102 of them in one year for your asthma... you get used to it. I am however, entirely afraid of blood and the fact that it's pumping through my body at this very moment. Blood just freaks me out, is all.
And the last time I had blood taken, it left me sleepy, woozy, dizzy for the entire day.
Did I mention I'm going to have blood drawn to determine what's leaving me so tired to begin with? I may pass out. Who knows?
Sometimes being neurotic can pass the time.
I don't want a paper gown either. I haven't worn one of those since my asthma days. All my midnight emergency room visits. The usual childhood stuff.
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