On and on and on and on and so-on.

Went to Hogue Hospital to have ANOTHER MRI on my neck today. First off, I HATE small spaces (which is weird, because my computer is actually in a harry-potter closet)... Anyway, my appointment was at 6 and I PRE-Registered to be sure that I wouldn't have to sit there with a bunch of sick peeps, since I don't have a spleen. Of course there is traffic and we end up getting there at EXACTLY 6. Valet takes FOREVER to show up (like 3 minutes) and we walk through the hospital, not remembering that the back side is actually closer to radiology.

As we walk in, I notice there are a LOT of people waiting and think to myself "good thing I pre-registered, or I would have to sit out here with these saps". I stroll to the counter as if I was walking past a bunch of losers on Grammy night, and the girl there says "Charles?" I reply "Yes" as I'm thinking of an acceptance speech, she says "come have a seat right here, do you have your doctor's order?"... My fantasyland Grammy situation come crashing to a halt as I inform her that I do not, in fact, have said doctor's order.

So... now I need to call back on Monday, because they aren't open on the weekend to take appointments, and reschedule. You can BET that I'll be pre-registering for that one too...

Eventually, I'll get that Grammy. But for now, all I got was a Raspberry.