I've got too many papers to write.
Can’t I just condense them into one big thesis about the ethics of horseshoe crabs mating with wombats who have PTSD and take beta-blockers and heroin together to cure their Devil Facial Tumor Disease?
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Inventory of Damage from the Night of Thanksgiving Eve
- TWO bruised knees - from the pole dancing class, but I don’t think that’s any better than acquiring bruised knees in some other way
- ONE bruised palm - I’m not sure how one bruises one’s palm, but I did it, and it hurts
- ONE torn fingernail - see above
- ONE memory of having a snake wrapped around my neck at or around 3:45 am
- THREE new friends - my sister’s boyfriend, because I apparently made him laugh with my crazy antics, and two guys whose names I don’t remember but who insisted we hang out when they’re in New York
- FOUR hours of sleep
- ZERO embarrassing emails or text messages, which is something I’ve never achieved before
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GPOYW. Probably shouldn’t have told Baxter to sit.
Nice to see you again. Is that the same Baxter as the one who has his own tumblr dailybaxter.tumblr.com?
Nah, different Baxter.
Plays: 197
The Faces - Ooh La La
Because it’s the best song in the world to walk the drizzly Chicago streets and pretend that everyone is participating in a slow motion dance commute.
Also, bittersweet.
That too.
WHY DO YOU LIKE EVERYTHING I LIKE?
Also, I posted this song in July. Just sayin’.
I'm going to a pole dancing class tonight.
No, this is not a joke, and yes, this is my sister’s doing.
This student (obviously from my Clinical class) has openly expressed her intentions of becoming a doctor.
- Professor: So this patient was referred for neuropsychological testing because none of the medications were curing his depression...
- Student, interrupting: Maybe he was just lazy.
- Professor: Well, actually, we found that he had a massive brain tumor compressing his frontal lobe.
- Student: But he sounded lazy to me.
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Doing some research on the facial tumors that are plaguing the Tasmanian devil. This devil, Cedric, is particularly cute.
Something was said.
I felt this inexplicable relief. It wasn’t the usual relief, where you feel you’ve been freed of some burden, or that some enigmatic weight has been lifted off your shoulders. It was a sinking relief. It felt heavy, made my heart press hard against the front of my chest, forced my shoulders down, let my hair fall in my face. I felt happy. Desperately happy. The way you feel after you take your pills, even though they haven’t started working yet. The way you feel after you’ve convinced someone to stay, even though they protested. It’s that relief you feel when you’re assured something is going to continue, even if it isn’t pleasant. Because at least nothing is changing. At least your world is going to stay the same.
