I just did 2 stupid things:
1. Drank one extra-large Diet Pepsi from Taco Bell.
2. Watched Steven Spielberg's Munich.
These two things have combined to place me in a state of paranoid sleepless stupor (see fig 1.1)
fig 1.1
I also did something which feels like a step in the right direction, but only time will tell if it was worthwhile. I spent $150.00 on half.com buying the 4 textbooks that my chairman of surgery said that every good intern should have read. I also bought House of God by Samuel Shem because I think I unwittingly quote it daily and I would like to know just which parts of my quotidian vocabulary are lifted from it's pages.
If you'd like to know what the other 4 textbooks were...ask me when you're older.
It is now 1:01 a.m. The song Biological by Air is currently playing on my iMac. I'm not normally a big Air fan, but this song seems perfectly appropriate for how I'm feeling.
I'm still not tired. Should I play World of Warcraft, or go stare at my projected ceiling clock?
I can't get Eric Bana's pained face out of my brain.
I'm stopping this post before it gets really out of hand.
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