Well, not really, I didn't. But still, I might as well have, seeing how I've managed to steer clear of mood/mind/body-altering substances for my 26 years. People who know me know I'm perfectly content getting shitfaced on alcohol, and that I've never needed drugs to have a good time. (I've never really needed alcohol to have fun, per se, but that's not the point.)

The point is...I'm drugularly clean as a whistle and yet I'm still worried that the drug test I took last week for my upcoming job will go awry. Why? Well, because it's Tuesday and I took the damn thing on....well, Thursday. Okay, so it hasn't been that long, but I'm all angsty. I'm just convinced a poppy seed somehow found its way into my food the day before. Bastard.

Isn't it weird? How easily we humans fret over things that a) we know will go our way, but that b) are totally out of our control. There are a lot harder things to do/experience in life, but you know what? Waiting - that's a real bitch.

Patience, virtue, blah blah. Come on, already! I'm clean!!