December 02, 2002. 8:57 at night.
Post-Gobbles
Okay so you wanna hear about my most excellent weekend? Yeah? Well too bad, you're gonna have to wait since I got a mere three hours of sleep last night (I feel your pain, Daysuit) because of my out-of-control asthma which brought me to a doctor's office today for the first time in like three years, which was exciting because I am finally a grown-up with a primary care physician (who is a lady Asian, which is totally cool) but then since I haven't had a check up in like ten years, she wanted to do some blood work to make sure my asthma isn't something more serious, and to make sure my sky-high blood pressure is really just due to my general anxiety of being at the doctor's office and not some sort of crazy hyperthyroidism, and since I hate needles so much it was way lame that I had to have blood drawn for the first time ever, and I've now decided that there is something worse than being poked with needles: it's the odd sensation of feeling of your lifeblood spurting out of your veins through your skin into a plastic blood-collection vial.
So until I have the energy to write about my Thanksgiving weekend, heed these words of wisdom from Sgt. Schultz. Always maintain plausible denial!
"I know nothing!"
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