The Eight Day. Thumbhead rocks out, pre-iPod style.
(the WMV file, 52 secs, 2.5 MB)
The Ninth Day. Thumbhead gets a lesson in fashion sense.
(the WMV file, 60 secs, 2.9 MB)
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Yes, I passed out last night from a long day and then dinner with my girls.
It's tough having patients that don't understand that even an acupuncturist needs their personal space and time. No, I do not feel bad turning down someone outside my immediate family who asks me to treat them later than 10pm, and even tries to make me feel bad for doing so. ("For medical emergencies, please call 911. Thank you, and have a great day.")
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