Lost brain. If found, please return to me.

What I wore: Skirt, Old Navy. T-shirt, JCPenney. Cardigan, JCPenney. Belt, Target.

I seem to have misplaced my brain lately. 

Let me tell you about yesterday's awkward morning. 

So, this week is my very last face appointment. Just a check up before they send me on

my way, thousands of dollars poorer and still unsure whether or not the treatment was worth it (more on that business at a later date). The doctor's office is only a quick drive from our apartment, but I'm a creature of habit and morning appointments interrupt my beloved morning routine of coffee drinking, blog stalking and novel editing, so I'm quite ready to be done with these twice-weekly doctor visits.

Yesterday, I grumpily woke up, got ready,
scarfed down my breakfast like a cavewoman and drove to their office.

I got out of the car.

I walked to the door.

And it was locked. Huh?

I walked around the entire building looking for other secret, hidden doors
(and probably looking like a creepy, albeit well-dressed, burglar).
Found none.

I yanked on the first door, in case I had somehow forgotten how to use door handles
(which is always a feasible possibility).
Nope, definitely locked.

I was just getting ready to call them up and give them a piece of my mind, when I saw my appointment reminder card in my purse. For my appointment on Tuesday, April 24th.

FACE-PALM. 
So I interrupted my own morning routine for NOTHING. 

And I get to return for my ACTUAL final appointment this morning.
Sigh.  

P.S. You know what else is awkward?
My hair in a side-part. I forgot how much having hair hang awkwardly over half of my face makes me look like a dude in an emo-punk bank. Or a sheepdog.