Romney or Huntsman?

I'm a good LDS woman. Behind whom am I throwing my support in 2012?

Um, in case you haven't been paying any attention at all, I'm a democrat. Born and bred.

Not that I think President Obama is perfect, or that none of the republican candidates might be okay. Maybe it's just habit, but the republican base scares the heck out of me. Luckily most of them still think we're a cult and wouldn't elect an LDS guy if you paid them. Thank heaven for small favors.

Crushed under the weight of my own perfection, Part 2

I'm sure you've all been wondering where I went between February and May. To the doctor, unfortunately. All kinds of weird symptoms, like a swollen face and numb left arm and a persistent gagging sensation. Did I have allergies? No. Multiple sclerosis? Nope. Lou Gehrig's disease? That was in the running for a while. I got in to see Doctor #5, an uber-specialist in this kind of thing. What did he say to me?

"Why so little Zoloft?"

Why, indeed. It turns out that stress can do all kinds of interesting things to you. My friends have had chronic migraines and secondary infertility attributed to stress. My body just acts like I'm going to die, and soon.

Overall, the news is 100% good. We've put in place some badly needed de-stressing mechanisms. Also, my funeral is all planned. Just give me another 70 years or so, and we'll have quite the party.

Coping

Two strategies in place right now.

1) Maybe if I go running every day I'll be so pumped up with endorphins that I won't need to sleep.

2) Maybe if I just keep eating, everything will be okay.

So far, it's a toss-up.