My other phobias are worse, too. Heights especially. And don't even get me started on stairs! Oh my gosh! Going down stairs has turned into a nightmare for me. I never cared about stairs, before. Now, I can hardly go down stairs without picturing myself falling to my death twisted like a pretzel. What's up with that? You should have seen me trying to go down our basement stairs with a laundry basket yesterday. I embarrassed my own self. I think I need Dr. Robin Zasio from Hoarders to help me. I'm sure she also specializes in phobias. If I pay her enough.
Off subject, all exercise equipment is on sale at K-mart this week. I need to get out there and put a treadmill in layaway tout de suite. I also need some Dreaming Tree wine. What? I don't know what that has to do with a treadmill either, but anything Dave Matthews has his hands in, I need. I didn't get any for Christmas even after dropping eleventy million hints, but whatever. I'm gonna go get some for myself and pretend that Dave himself bottled the one that I buy.
Back to work tomorrow at 7AM after having Thursday through Monday off. Not really feelin' it, but I'd better go to bed.
