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Ack, ticket for expired registration...ironically driving my car over to Zen's specifically so we can take care of all the car related stuff that needs to get done, including registration. Zen did her best to prevent the ticket by attempting to block my car with hers on the way, but dude had eagle eyes. On the upside the cancer card totally came in handy, 'cause for some reason my proof of insurance was not in the car (I AM SPECIAL), and my city parking sticker is also expired so I was looking at more fines. A few tears, a bald head, a wonky arm, and a mention that the reason I have barely driven my car in months is because my friend was driving me to chemotherapy...and I walk away with nothing more than a 25 dollar noncompliance ticket and sympathetic well wishes. Cancer card rules.
Also, your fun radiation fact for the day...I had been wondering how they radiate the skin, now I know. Normally the beams go under the skin layers, so every other day they tape a layer thingie of fake skin on you that tricks the beams into going for the real skin. AWESOME. Who comes up with this stuff, because for real, how cool is that?
Also, your fun radiation fact for the day...I had been wondering how they radiate the skin, now I know. Normally the beams go under the skin layers, so every other day they tape a layer thingie of fake skin on you that tricks the beams into going for the real skin. AWESOME. Who comes up with this stuff, because for real, how cool is that?