geekent’s stuff’n things

I’m sitting in the clinic, waiting to see probably the best clinic doctor in Toronto… thankfully he’s here today. I didn’t really like that other guy the last time I was here and I dont think I could drop trou for the female doctorb. The “b” is for bargain.
I’m nervous. Hell yeah I’m nervous. I’m not sure if it’s about dropping my pants or if it’s whether it actually might be something. Not sure it’s either. It’s just that same sick-in-the-pit-of-your-gut, going-to-ask-a-girl-out, night-before-final-exams, job-interview feeling. You just want it to be over, y’know?
I checked at work to make sure the node was still there. Nothing worse than dropping your pants for a stranger for no reason. Sheesh.
Well, it (thankfully??) was, so my plans didn’t change at all.
The clinic is a little different since last I was here. New shelves for patient files, new paintings (still has that new paint smell) and a male administering guy.
The waiting game sucks. There’s really only 2 people before me… scuse me, that’s one… maybe non as two people went in on the same consult, which is weird.
I’m not really able to play the “what’ve they got” game but that’s fine, I’ve got my thoughts to keep me company…
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…right. Thinking sucks just as much as 80’s pop radio banter in a downtown clinic waiting for a stranger to fondle you testicles looking for cancer. Hooray for Thursday!
Writing is hard when you’re nervous.
I havn’t done any little brain dialogues for some time… I don’t know why. Just out of practice I guess.
I’m feeling kind of hot and sick to my stomach. But that’s nerves for you.
I need to blow my nose.
My pants feel too short for my legs.
I have a slight cough.
I’m sleepy…