Self-diagnosis and the art of denial

After a couple of days of sheer paranoia and fearing certain death, I have determined through hours of internet research that I am dealing with latent anxiety, fueled by a high level of caffeine, and made worse by indigestion and being generally out of shape.

The aches and pains where they shoudn't be seem to be disappearing. I'm thinking a spirited game of frolf pulled some stuff and made me sore in strange places.

Feeling much better now. All of this leads me to believe that I perhaps am dealing with a little problem that large part of the Willis family experiences...hypochondria. Minor aches and pains mean it is time to beg for sympathy. Bah.

Now...time to start thinking about being young again. Which way is Vegas?