ARRRGH: The Feeling Of Frustration

Time refund please. Yesterday I spent five hours of my valuable time, which is trading higher than gold at this moment, in the emergency room. Now it wasn't a "true emergency" but are they for cereal? In five hours I could have caught "The Watchmen" and proceed to blog about it, stayed home and caught one or one and a half of the three basketball games on TV (TOR vs UTA/PHO vs SA/ORL vs BOS), or even figured out the secret to time travel with Doc Brown. Instead I stared into the oblivion that is the hospital waiting room while pondering if it would be rude to tell a toddler to shut his face hole. After 12 or so x-rays I was assured it was simply a bruised heel and all I could do was ice it and take Advil, which I had spent the previous day doing. 

Sidenote: When inebriated do not jump of brick wall fences. Trust me.