Hear that? That's the sound of the Gods giggling.

Everyone knows that I have a lousy sleep schedule and usually am zonked out (finally) around seven or eight in the morning to sleep until noon-ish or 2-ish. Right?

That would be why the only available appointment slot for my CT scan is tomorrow at 7:45.

Yeah, I can hear the muted snarfling laughter of some heavenly imps, yes I can. I liked it better when they only aimed arrows at you and the boy standing nearby for a quick and silly High School Crush.

7:45.

They'll never understand while I'll be muttering, "But it's bedtime" the whole time I'm in their office...