Had my MRI this morning. It wasn't better than I thought it'd be, except after being told I shouldn't open my eyes my eyelids started feeling all twitchy-like. See, when I'm trying to sleep, unless I'm super-tired a lot of the time I do open my eyes. And I wasn't trying to sleep, but the idea that I hadn't seen the inside of the thing kind of made it worse and... yeah. But I held out. I didn't want to see how close it all was or the helmet-thing I was wearing anyway.

I also had trouble thinking of something to distract me. I thought of kittens playing in a field and Wicked, mostly. Also, I suck at figuring out time, 'cause it was broken up into four sections and the three-minute one seemed like the longest even though there was a four-minute one.

Gotta go to work soon. I will probably spend most of the three hours I'm there thinking about those goddamned Star Trek GQ motherfuckers.