The Edge

Now before you jump to any conclusions, this is blog is not about David Howell Evans.



It's about this edge:



I've been teetering on the edge for quite some time.



(And yes, I'm aware that the picture says "Tetering". My bad. Pretend it's French for "Teetering")

I didn't realize just how stressed out I've been until I got done talking to Fren early this morning and I got ready for bed.

I noticed that my chestular region was kinda itchy, so I scratched and then looked at it.

When I get REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY stressed out, I break out in a rash.



I didn't have a little spot of rash. I had a FULL BLOWN HEAD TO TOE RASH.

Ugh. Apparently, I need to chill out. You know it's bad when your SKIN is telling you to calm the heck down.

I had a good day yesterday, though. I ate lunch with Liz and then I got to hang out with Libby and eat Chinese food. Ryan came up and chilled with us for awhile, then my brother called and he and our friend Collette came up. Ladies and gentlemen, we had a PARTY going on. I can't remember the last time I'd laughed so hard. It was awesome!

Then, I got to chat with Fren on Skype and I laughed even MORE.

I was the closest to "old Katie" as I had been for quite some time. It was nice. That's why the rash was a surprise. I thought I was on the mend.

So basically, I'm sitting at work and I'm itchy.

BUT I'M INCHING AWAY FROM THE EDGE, BY GOLLY!!! (Or my friends are dragging me away from it... I can't decide.)

Yay!