I had a routine physical last week, and the doctor did all the stuff you see doctors do in movies. He tapped my knees with one of those rubber hammers, he looked in my eyes and ears, he took my temperature and my blood pressure and my pulse. I even had an EKG, which was kind of cool. And I got the results of my bloodwork back today, and they are normal. In fact, all the rest of that stuff was normal, too. I'm normal! Even though I didn't really expect anything to be wrong, my inner pessimist was telling me otherwise, so now it's amazing how relieved I feel. One small step for Gwen, one giant leap for Gwen getting over her irrational fear of doctors. That doesn't even make sense, but I'm normal, damn it! The doctor said so.
Here is a commencement address Jon Stewart gave at William and Mary. We watch "The Daily Show" every day at work at 10 a.m., so the Jon Stewart bandwagon -- driven by my fanatically Jon-Stewart-worshipping coworkers -- would have run me over if I didn't learn to love him. But how could you not: "We declared war on terror -- it’s not even a noun, so, good luck. After we defeat it, I’m sure we’ll take on that bastard ennui."
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