I got a job offer from Clearwater Fire today... think Im gonna take it. Starts on Halloween.

A few weeks ago, I realized that I love driving at night. I never get tired like I do during the day. Theres less traffic. I can go faster. The best part is that I dont even care where Im going most of the time. Just the movement is good enough for me ( Read more... )

I think I have to get out of Florida.

Ill be drunk.
Ill obnoxious.
Ill be far from home.
Ill be in the right field stands, at the end of the first base line, in the House that Ruth Built, when the Yankees "welcome" the Red Sox back to the Bronx.

Cause I scored the tickets ta-night. Yee-haw!

So my previous genius road trip idea turned to dust and fell between my fingers five minutes after I came up with it. Let us not doubt the incredible incarnate brilliance built into it either. It was going to be the most possible fun any human being could geographically imagine having ( Read more... )

Well this is what I get for talking about it. Im still on the beach. The road trip plan got scrapped ( Read more... )

Somehow two weeks have already passed since I got out of school. It seems like all Ive done is drive. And thats not about to stop ( Read more... )

After 273 hours of rides, 50some patients ranging from dead to 'you called us, why?' and a few saplings worth of reports, 7am saw the autograph of my preceptor on the 'he's not hopelessly retarded' line of my final evaluation sheet ( Read more... )

I wish I had paid more attention to my own ridiulous predictions the other day. Cause then Id be rich off the lotto. But how often am I ever right ( Read more... )

Yesterday was the first day of the home stretch of my clinical rides. The first of seven over the next 10 days, with a final, a competency interview with a doctor, and the requirement to turn a semester's worth of shit in ( Read more... )