A subject of much conjecture, speculation and other big important words

namely - my ass.
It's starting to hurt.
I spend tooooooo much time sitting on my ass everyday, but it's not my fault! Damn this medicine malarky! Why don' they just turn it into a 7 year course so i'll be able to get up from studing sometime and actually go do something.
Hmmm... well at least during the weekends I get to move. Sometimes.

However, I most often find myself sitting and performing one of 3 actions:
working
eating
you don't want to know

Actually, I do spend morning and evenings preforming the daily ritual of walking away from campus to go to ethier the stupid ass Marshall collage where we do anatomy and have lectures (takes ~30mins) or the Foresterhill hospital (~30 mins aswell).
So much for my halls of resisdence being "close to all the lecture theatres" so that I could "get up at 8:55 and still make my 9:00 lecture". Yeah right.

Well, that's enough bitching methinks.

In other news, I haven't heard from the stalker. This is good.
In other other news, I met a mentally disturbed criminal pateint today. Fabulous. Of course I can't give any more details so you'll have to use your imagination.

Read the "duties of a doctor" today.
Respect thy fellow doctor, he is your brother.
I
love
it

theres more, but I think i'm going to save one for each post so lesser men don't expload with joy at the thought of such an archic system (that is sooo cool) is holding the doctors of today and tomorrow together.
Yes, we're all freemasons.

Hmm. chow now, catch y'all later.