don't you know that it's insane?

Today, I got a ct scan on my brain to see if I may have suffered a concussion (minor or otherwise) during my lovely little car accident.  I don't think I did and neither did the doctor that I saw, but better safe than sorry, right?  Sure.  Whatever.  It was interesting.  Interesting, in that it meant I got to lay down and remain incredibly still for what felt like an hour but in actuality was about ten minutes while my electronic bed moved ever so slightly, up and down, left and right, in the midst of a half tunnel that looked like something straight out of Star Trek/Wars/one of those shows (you get it).  Perhaps, the correct term would be unpleasant.  It would have been tolerable had my Ipod not been dead and had it been a later hour than 11 a.m.  Unfortunately, this was not the case.  But all things given, it was an experience.

I have been attempting to pack my belongings for the move-in which will occur in one week.  This is easier said then done.  But I don't really mind it...the idea of the apartment is incredibly exciting for a number of reasons- for one, no more dirty clothes/going commando/being sockless!  Having a washer/dryer will seriously be a huge thing to look forward to.  Especially since it will be one less thing for me to waste money on.  

My computer is about to die and I am running out of (pointless?) things to say, so I'm afraid this is where I leave you, my dear and loyal readers.

Until further notice,

Your Humble Narrator