Of course, there can be such a thing as too many Reese's Pieces. Gah, I feel so ill right now.

I have about a billion things I have to get done... I have a presentation for Pathology research day on Friday, my med school essay to finish, jobs to apply for, things to clean...
So I'm scouting people's blogs and eating Reese's Pieces. I have a theory that ambrosia may in fact have Reese's Pieces listed as a key ingredient, because DAMN they're good! So as a request, I need people to update their blogs more frequently. Like twice a day or more should tide me over until next week. I can't handle the concept of being productive, otherwise.
My mum's friend's little dog, Mr. B., is going in for corrective surgery tomorrow (luxating patellar syndrome). We had a good cuddle today... He's very sweet, but damn. There is so not anything substantial behind those eyes... I swear I saw the sunlight shining out his eyes when I lifted up his floppy doggy ears. But he's always incredibly happy. Maybe that's the secret.
Damn. I'm almost through my pack of Reese's and I haven't done any work on my presentation yet. Mmm.... Peanut butter candy.... Oh yeah, and caffeine. Massive quantities of caffeine. My sleep schedule is totally shot to shit... I come home, have a nap, and get to bed around 4. Good times! I'm going to see how long it takes before the voices start telling me to do bad things.

I have realized something of vital importance... I should never, ever drive around sunset. I'd say sunrise also, but those of you who know me, know that the likelihood of this is slim to none. Nothing happened, everything is fine, but my GOD! The sunset tonight was absolutely breath-takingly superb. I almost cried looking at it, it was so beautiful. This picture is kinda close, but picture also green, and blue, with purple stripey bits, and also a goldish yellow, and oh yeah... This is all framed by mountains. So beautiful. Only flaw was that I was going 140 (I mean, um, 110, 'cause that's the speed limit) at the time. And was getting a little bit swervy. Which was probably good, because it allowed me to fit in with the other idiots who apparently share the road with me. Anyway, that's all for now... Hope everyone has a not too hideous Monday. I get to split some cells and stuff. Yay, tissue culture! Boo yah!

So here's the thing... I really, really want to pursue a career in medicine... And yet, here I am again, procrastinating. I think the crux of the situation is that I would make a great physician, a wonderful healer, but when it comes to filling out the damn application forms, I would rather perform an endoscopy on myself, without local anesthetic. Twice. I f**king hate hate HATE med school applications. I even prefer the rejection letters to filling out the endless paperwork and online forms that medical school administrators apparently require before they reject you to let, oh, I don't know, that guy who would routinely let his lab mice STARVE TO DEATH, in before you...
Not that I'm bitter, or disillusioned with the process. I mean, I can see why they would find criminal neglect a desirable quality in today's physician. Um, wait a sec.
In other news, I am still sick. No, I mean physically. It's some sort of flu-type thingy that I can't seem to shake... It's really annoying. On the plus side, I'm taking the lab down with me... All three of us are disgusting and phlegmy and headachey... And none of us are what you would call "stoic", so the whole cancer floor can hear us whining. It's awesome.
Now that I've vented, and am inhaling more Coke Zero (which has the best belching potential of any of the Coca-Cola products, by the by), I suppose I will take another look at my (ugh) application. Bleargh. Or maybe I'll play solitaire.

I'm having chocolate cake for dinner! HEEE! Of course, I'm also stuck at work for the next four hours or so, so it kinda evens out. But chocolate cake! Whoot!
I'm not feeling very grown-uppy right now.

Later that evening.....
I think sometimes I either have a realllllly over-active imagination, or I'm just a bit pessimistic. I've been in the lab for about 9 hours straight, now, surrounded by carcinogens and other lovely chemicals. And then I sneeze. And I get a nose bleed. And immediately, I think, "Oh great father of monkeys, I've got leukemia!"
I'm gonna go finish my cake now, and read online comics instead of working.

I like to pretend sometimes, that a certain relative is incapable of further midlife crises... I mean, he dumped the wife, got the car, got the trophy wife, got the apartment, got the exciting lifestyle, got the bleach blond hair...
Picture it. Thanksgiving dinner... The door to the luxurious apartment opens... And he now has a "Guido" style gold chain around his neck. A big, "Mr. T" type gold chain. All I could think of was the Fonz. Or possibly Joey Tribiani. "Eeeeyyyyy, daddio." Or, "How you doin'?"
I drank a lot at dinner tonight.