I’m not going to die from it…but you might. I wanted to share with you that I have been self-diagnosed with misophonia. In case you haven’t heard of it, misophonia means “hatred of sound.” And boy, do I have a case of that. A serious one. The other night, I got a little tipsy off pinot grigio as I am wont do to, and started researching volunteer opportunities because what I really need right now is to be working for free. That story is irrelevant, however I had to go to the library to print off a paper because of it so…