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♥ It's Valentine's day, and I've got a big morning appointment with one Doctor Pecker! Aw, yeah! (Man, I don't even have to make up the innuendo, it's right there already!) Hopefully he doesn't tell me I need Physical Therapy and not yoga. Cuz I've already paid for yoga.

I'm watching the WB morning news and they're running little V-day messages from local citizens. One guy said, "[lady's name], they say that as time goes on, the magic fades. Well, I just wanted to say--" and somewhere in the back of my head, my brain filled in: "after all this time, you're still my level 20 white mage!" He said nothing nearly as dorky, and that means that not only am I a nerd, but I might be schizophrenic or something for hearing voices in my head.

I bought Hello Kitty valentines and little M&M bags to pass out at work. Keep me as a PA, dammit!

I get entirely too many of these references.

Geeks In Love

Pecker? I barely even know 'er!

The main reason I usually avoid going to doctors will be outlined herein.

His office was poorly organized - my appointment was 8:30, so I showed up around 8:15, so I could fill out new patient paperwork. Everyone else gets there at 8:30, too! hooray. But after all that, I got in to see him pretty quickly. They took X-Rays, he felt my foot, and said I may have had a minor sprain, but nothing was broken, and if pain lasted for a few more months, to come back and see him.

Thanks, sir. I'm glad I came late to work and spent $15 so you could tell me that.

In other news, I stuck a finger up a mermaid's ass!