Okay -- when the doctor's office says "okay! take care!" and hangs up on you and then you slam down the phone and scream "FUCK YOU!" at the top of your lungs, maybe, just maybe it's time to examine your testiness level. And get a new doctor.

I swear, other than that I'm pretty happy. :)

I twisted my ankle yesterday and sprained it, getting out of my car. My officemate is telling people that I hurt it diving in front of a bus to save a child who was running after a ball. spike was able to leave work early and drive me to the ER, where they determined that it wasn't broken, and then gave me crutches and an air cast. I'll be fine. But ( hospitals get boring )