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I was trying to fall asleep and was having quite a bit of trouble doing so. Shortness of breath, raised heart rate, etc. Two cups of chamomile tea and one heart to heart about bizarre family dynamics later...I've finally calmed down and have stopped ranting about The Bears.
I'm not really sure WHAT exactly had been causing the generalized anxiety. Not Da Bears. But somehow that's what I started ranting about. About how I don't find Sexy Rexy's turnovers, interceptions and fumbles to be the least bit of a turn-on, etc. etc. Some day I'll have to type up the whole spiel but for now...I really need to sleep. And not think about things like Rex's QB rating.
I am the paragon of stereotypical femininity, couldn't ya tell?
I'm not really sure WHAT exactly had been causing the generalized anxiety. Not Da Bears. But somehow that's what I started ranting about. About how I don't find Sexy Rexy's turnovers, interceptions and fumbles to be the least bit of a turn-on, etc. etc. Some day I'll have to type up the whole spiel but for now...I really need to sleep. And not think about things like Rex's QB rating.
I am the paragon of stereotypical femininity, couldn't ya tell?