Dig This

While sitting in the doctor's office reception area waiting to be called it almost feels like playing bingo. Espeically when you have been sitting there for some time, having read both Time magazines from 2005 and the barely held together People magazine from the Bennifer age, and each time the woman walks out with a folder I find myself holding my breathe like I might get to jump up and yell "BINGO" except she calls Johnson and someone else gets the bingo again. My disappointment seems odd since the bingo prize is having a woman stick a q-tip in my who-who without so much as a parting gift. But disappointed I am......perhaps the next round will be mine.