Let's see, how can I work underwear into today's entry...
Where do you go for your UNDERWEAR needs? I myself buy my UNDERWEAR at Costco's.
Heck, I'm wearing some right now.
You know, some UNDERWEAR.

I thought you'd like to know, I solved my underwear problem.
Am I going to tell you how? Um, no.

I'm leaving for the weekend straight from work tomorrow and I have to pack tonight. I just realized I have just run out completely of clean underwear, because I've been putting off doing the laundry. What to do? (bring your dirty underwear claude) No! That's the Dark Side talking! There must be some other way... tear some old shirts into rags and tie them around my waist?... go commando?... shit, I'm in a tight spot here.

Today I went to see a new doctor that someone recommended to me. Whether or not you count the fact that the receptionist told me his boyfriend liked me and I could have him for one hour, the visit was a success. My new doctor (whose office is located only five minutes from my apartment!) showed genuine interest in me (as a client; go wash your mind out with soap) and is putting me through a satisfyingly thorough check-up, featuring blood tests! X-rays! Urine samples! (I can't stand those doctors who listen to you breathe for twenty seconds and call it a day.) Plus, he set my mind at ease regarding my ongoing chest pain (all together, kids: it's called COSTOCHONDRITIS).

Armed with some juicy coupons (merci, Manal!) I went to HMV and bought a shitload of dvds. It's like Christmas!

It always seems to be a Saturday when I forget to write an entry. And my brain is too tired right now to come up with anything of interest to compensate.