not much was happening on the unit today, so i used the downtime to brush up on some cranial anatomy. hey, if i'm going to be a neurosurgical nurse, then what the hell, right? started out reading up on the physiology and etiology of aneurysms, which led to questions about the production of cerebrospinal fluid, which led to a need for review of the ( Read more... )

.school. i really, really do ( Read more... )

i have always loathed baby talk between couples. you know, sometimes you catch a girlfriend on the phone with her significant other and her perfectly normal woman's voice has been hijacked by a drawly, lisping falsetto, and she's using words like "cherrydong" and "sugarballs." or something ( Read more... )

what is the point of blogging, really? it's so narcissistic.

two weeks of school left. hopefully will have a job at the hospital in bog or the paper, though i really, really don't want to work at the paper. looks like will have no summer romance as projected, unless decide to honor creepy-fifty-year-old-man-downstairs' suggestion that we read aloud to each other from toni bentley's the surrender before ( Read more... )

"He was a butch motherfucker and I'd bet cash he stuck it out significantly longer than he really wanted to. Let's face it, Hunter Thompson was not one for the nursing home -- he'd have just stolen everyone else's barbiturates and hurt people trying to arm-wrestle." -- Cintra Wilson, salon.com

indeed. still, my heart is a little bit broken.

"i don't know where the sunbeams end and the starlights begin, it's all a mystery."

deepest gratitude to whatever divine vapor inspired this song, and to the ones (alan, heather, e.) who advised me to buy this album. i'm only three songs into it, and it has moved me. that's a rarity.

i have some dirty electropop from peaches on order at a local ( Read more... )

my father is at it again ( Read more... )

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i adore the threat of a hurricane ( Read more... )