Heh. 2,000 views. Not too shabby for someone who doesn't draw. Maybe I should try a few doodles sometime. Or I could just upchuck on paper and take a photograph. Either works.

Thanks to everyone for reading my fan-scripts. It makes me very happy to see people enjoying what I write.

I had fun last week. First I had to get a car part for my brother's vehicle, because my brother can't do anything for himself and must be fed with a rubber spoon. Or he's just a lazy dick. Either way, I made three gas-wasting trips to an out-of-town autoparts store because twice they assured me that they would have the part that I SHOWED them both in a catalogue AND in the form of the broken part that I brought with me, and TWICE they got the part wrong. These people are out there fixing your cars tonight, that scares the hell out of me.

Second, I had an MRI (magnetic resonance imaging) scan booked for last week. For anyone who doesn't know, it's a procedure where you lay on a bed inside a large electromagnet, and it uses the magnetic qualities in your own body to map out your insides. That's in very crude terms.

Anyways, on Monday, I get a call from an unidentified lady telling me my scan was on a Tuesday, even though three earlier calls confirmed it was on a Wednesday. The lady just laughed it off and said it was a "staffing issue" and that I was definitely down for Tuesday.

So I go in on Tuesday and lo and behold I wasn't booked for that day. They had no idea who would have called me to say it was Tuesday.

So I go in on Wednesday. They strip me down and I put on a little robe, and they leave me in a waiting room with a comfy chair and TV. I watch TV, relaxing into the chair until the doc barges in. Surprised and embarassed, I spring to my feet to make sure I'm decent and yell out "Close that door, grandma's watching her stories!"

This outburst makes perfect sense to anyone who has been audience to the absurdity that is my life.

But we go out into the MRI room, and people are laughing all the way back out into the waiting room, and I give them a bow because I had to do something. But I get into the imaging room and lay down on the bed and they strap a cage to my head and take pictures of my brain for a few minutes, then they let me out where a young lady gets to see me fuss over the fact that my robe somehow got pulled up to my sternum during my session and I left a big ol' sweat stain on the paper they lay down on the bed. Here I am half-nude and sweaty alone in a room with a girl and I haven't even bought her dinner yet. She assures me she's seen a lot worse and that I did really well for a first-timer. I bet she says that to everyone. And seen worse or not, I wasn't there to see her see worse and feel better because of it.

But that was my last week.

I'm currently working on a few more Kim Possible fanfics. No spoilers, though. You'll just have to wait.