It's been a pretty stressful couple of weeks here in the land of Shakespeare. Matter of fact, I've become rather brooding and significantly less perky than norm (and by George, I wasn't really all that perky to start with)… And I won't even begin to describe the effect that said stress has had on my body (but then again eating my weight in Starbucks' Java Chip topped with chocolate sauce and crushed Valium as a means of self-soothing probably would cause a similar reaction in most everybody).

But thanks to the subsequent bloating, break-outs, and random bouts of tear fests over the loss of my grandmother (Again, a sincere thanks to all of you who offered your thoughts, kind words, and condolences. You  mean the world to me.); I've become somewhat of a semi-agoraphobic lately.

With perhaps a bit of ablutophobia and catoptrophobia on the side.

But have no fear! I think that it's pretty safe to say that I've completely avoided  the cathisophobia during this brief hypochondriac moment, as I've done nothing but sit around on my jiggly Java Chip-filled arse and watch movies while simultaneously looking up new things to be afraid of via the magnificently thorough Phobia List found here.

Go ahead, go look those up, you know you want to… I'll wait.

Waiting.

Still waiting.

Dude, seriously, it's an alphabetical list. Hurry the fudge up already.

Are you done? Great! Now go back and look up macrophopia- because you just completely ruined my day.

(I know I've missed a lot lately- but I'll do some catching up this afternoon. Oh! And remember that giveaway I mentioned in my last post? Remember? C'mon… think hard! Well, I'll be posting it on the morrow, so don't give up on me just yet.)