Only when I actually have something. So there’s a part of me that, whenever I have to go to the doctor for whatever I have, thinks it will be something they’ve never seen and I’ll have to be quarantined and I’ll never learn to surf or meet Benny Feilhaber or milk a cow. 😦 You would think then that I would be relieved when they very quickly diagnose me with me [insert common ailment], but no, I am offended/disappointed.

“Are you sure this is just a respiratory tract infection and not what Satine had or what the first 10 minutes of Les Mis were about before I got bored and stopped paying attention? Couldn’t you at least need to think about it for a second?? I AM SPECIAL.”

I know. Trust me, I am shaking my own head.

In any case, off to the dermatologist!