paranoia, paranoia, everybody's comin' to get me

or not. let's just say i went to one doctor on friday. then i went to another doctor today. it turns out i am perfectly healthy. the first doc told me the complete opposite of what a former doctor told me. so confizzled. i'm going with the more recent doc's opinion for now because she had better bedside manner. great reason, i know. the [completely different type of] doctor today confirmed the bear's thoughts and allayed my fears.

in honor of the end of my $10-per-unneeded-copay spending spree, i'll perform the following garbage song for you on rockband.

i think i'm paranoid
and complicated
i think i'm paranoid
manipulated

bend me
break me
anyway you need me
all i want is you

bend me
break me
breaking down is easy
all i want is you

wait, i'm not done yet. QUICK! i'm definitely not sick in this picture, but where am i?

hint: it is somewhere that can make me sick, though.
sorry to all you fans.