I am currently getting a pedicure…like right now as I type. I realize some would be jealous. This is actually torture for me. I don’t like feet unless they are on tiny babies. I don’t like to be touched either. I’ve been reading “Divergent” at Arleigh’s request. I believe this would somehow work it’s way I to my fear landscape.
Seriously dying here. I can hardly type. With each new device one thought comes to mind, “what fresh hell is this?” This nice lady who keeps remarking about my callouses and how many there are has no idea the amount if restraint it takes to keep from kicking her to the other side of the room. When Bria starts asking what in earth is wrong with my feet I know it’s time to take one for the team.
Did I mention how my shins ache from Bootcamp? Shiatsu there just isn’t right.