I don’t know if I can write under these conditions. Here’s the thing, I would be crazy not to take advantage of the fact that I’m #19 on the list at the lab waiting to get blood work done. I’m pretty sure this guarantees me a full 17+ hours of free time.

It’s standing room only in here. Of all the times I’ve been to the lab, and believe me it’s A LOT of times, I’ve never seen it this full. Maybe that’s because I’m usually strategic about the time I show up for lab work. Normally I hit it early and show up when they open. Not today.

Today, I could hardly find a shred of energy to get out of bed. No seriously, I’m not exaggerating. I managed to brush my teeth and hair before I walked out the door, but believe me, I’m not going to win any “Awake Person Contests” today.

There are insane people here. I’m not sure how comfortable I feel waiting in this room. There’s this dad that has 3 young boys with him. He’s got to be psychotic. Clearly he’s not in his right mind.

In general, I’m not a judgey person. I have 5 sons. I know a thing or two about bringing boys into public places. It should never be done. At least, not when I’m the adult that’s supposed to be adulting.

What is adulting anyway? I mean, what really qualifies as properly adulting? Is it just a matter of turning the ripe old age of 18? Automatically if you’re that age, and you’re breathing, you are now adulting? I say, “Nay.”

Hey, I’ve made it to #6. This writing thing is pretty awesome! It’s like transporting to a time in the future in the blink of an eye! It’s actually not as magical as it sounds. If it was, I’d be at #1 right now.

I think that’s it for this addition of Waiting Room Chronicles. I mean, if I spent the entirety of my wait time writing, that’s like cutting in line. I wouldn’t want to do something so risky when there’s an insane dad sitting next to me.