Well, it finally came. The day I'm dreading is tomorrow. That's the day that I have to go to the doctor's office to talk about my future plans. And I can just imagine it. He'll probably be really upset at me for gaining about 10 pounds since my last visit, and force me to take a blood sample. The thing is, they always have trouble finding a vein to take blood out of. I just wonder why they don't do it from my hand. I have like vericose veins on them (i'm only 28!) I remember one time they had to! But the problem is, which arm will hurt? I hope it's my left one because I'm right handed, although it won't really matter because I probably won't feel like doing very much with it if it hurts all the time. It's like "Excuse me if I don't care about my health. Am I alive? That must account for something." I'd really like to say that to him, but I doubt I will. I have all this pent-up rage that I swear I will release one day. I try to be nice to other people, but it just gets too hard most of the time because most people I run into in my town are stupid.If life is a joke, I'm curious about the punchline.