MOAN and Groan

Curiosity got the best of me tonight.  I settled before the television, pizza box on my legs and a cold coke in my hand.  I clicked "play."

Christina Ricci's chained body popped on the screen followed immediately by a naked version of herself. 

Hmm. I thought to myself as I tucked into my oh-so-healthy dinner (that thankfully smelled nothing like cat laxative).  Perhaps I should've waited to watch this psuedo adult film with Harry?   I'm sure he would've  ( a flash of breast ) , yes he would've liked this flim.

Justin Timberlake's butt cheek made an appearance in the lower right hand corner of my screen. 

Scratch that.  This movie is all for me!   

I didn't expect to actually like the movie.  I thought it would end up being one of those flicks that were watched out of "you-MUST-see-this-movie-laden-peer-pressure." But it was funny and endearing and, yes, weird.  

AND with that being said, I'll move on to the good news.  I don't have TB!  Yup.  My test came back negative!  

We were tested on Monday.  I walked back into the conference room and about tripped over my own feet when I noticed the large box of syringes lying on the folding table in the front. 

Crap, I thought.  And said.  Loudly.  And less PG-like.

But I needn't have worried.  First I had to watch an entire video on Blood-borne infections.  Over and over the screen displayed syringes, rubber band cord thingys and "bodily fluid" cleanups.  After the fourth blood splatter I was seriously rethinking my lunch - pizza.  And it was rethinking staying in my stomach.  Resisting the urge to purge, I hopped in line bravely, wishing to get pricked and get it over with. 

Grabbing on to the tiny woman's arm with a vice-like grip worthy of any GI Joe toy from the early 80's I figured I'd just take her with me as I hit the grimy linoleum floor. 

And it was over.

I survived.

And, I have the test results to prove it. :)