They didn't let me play with the x-ray machine. [insert pouty face here]

Uggh. Day of tremendous non-goodness. 

I'm sick of people poking and jabbing me with sharp metal objects, being flashed in the eyes with blinding green lasers, and looking at x-rays. I'm sick of waiting rooms with creepy magazines and finding out about all the things that insurance won't cover. Bleck. I've been on 6 different freeways today and I have to say out of everything, I am mostly sick of people who can't seem to merge or drive in a straight line. (I'm stopping before this turns into a rant, because I have far too much to do to spare time for whining about meaningless things.)

Now that I have successfully complained, I would like to say (in sing-song voice of course) how much I love breadsticks and Olive Garden leftovers. They are more delicious than the internet. Other perks of today include graceful chair-snowboarding (as Ariella would call it), and the swollen ankle, head injury, and giant green and black bruise across my back that were received during the process of said olympic event. Surprisingly none of which, however, contributed to any of the reasons I needed x-rays and things stabbed in me. 

I really do lead a charmed life,

when I can keep my feet on the ground, that is.