The Boo Factor
July 20th, 2006
I’ve seriously got a problem.
And it isn’t the kind of problem that I can go to a doctor for. Or a dermatologist. Or a surgeon. Or a doctor who deals with a major calcium deficiency. Or the kind of doctor who puts you in a air-tight examination room in a paper gown, asks you to sit on a paper-covered table (circa 1957) and makes you sit there with a draft up your butt for 45 minutes.
No, this problem (and me, personally) seems to be far more elusive than that.
