Inconclusive

Not my favorite word tonight.

Starting to feel like a hypochondriac.

On the other hand, I don’t want to be the guy who comes into the doctor and has him yelling at me, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S BEEN LIKE THIS FOR A MONTH?! WHY DIDN”T YOU SEE ME?” and then showing up at the Pearly Gates and getting yelled at by St. Peter.