the ex-blog #1
Apparently Colin believes that my ass bruise is holy. "You may be a jew, but your ass belongs to Jesus," he told me. Thank god you can all see what it looks like on day 2...
I am dedicating my weekend to learning the ins and outs of the GI and neuro systems so that I can ace our med/surg test like Colin's gonna ace his drug test tomorrow. No sperm donors calling me the c-word and starting unproductive, high-schoolish fights, no jet-setting, no threats of brain tumors. Life is good today, and it shall stay this way through Monday morning. I am turning off my phone.
Interestingly, the night before every anatomy & physiology test (both semesters), some catastrophe occurred that completely blew my ability to study. Thanks to sexy Jim Swan's policy of giving extra credit, (and all the people who passed down old tests) I still did well in those classes. Last summer I ran into my crazy ex and he came clean...having an "in" in the biology department, he found out the test schedule, and purposely fucked me up the night before every test just to see if I'd crumble under pressure. "You were stellar, Frankel. You should go to medical school." With friends like that, who needs necrotizing fasciitis?
It is 9:00...ER is a repeat, the 8 year-olds are passed out, and I have to get up at 5:00. Sweet dreams...
I am dedicating my weekend to learning the ins and outs of the GI and neuro systems so that I can ace our med/surg test like Colin's gonna ace his drug test tomorrow. No sperm donors calling me the c-word and starting unproductive, high-schoolish fights, no jet-setting, no threats of brain tumors. Life is good today, and it shall stay this way through Monday morning. I am turning off my phone.
Interestingly, the night before every anatomy & physiology test (both semesters), some catastrophe occurred that completely blew my ability to study. Thanks to sexy Jim Swan's policy of giving extra credit, (and all the people who passed down old tests) I still did well in those classes. Last summer I ran into my crazy ex and he came clean...having an "in" in the biology department, he found out the test schedule, and purposely fucked me up the night before every test just to see if I'd crumble under pressure. "You were stellar, Frankel. You should go to medical school." With friends like that, who needs necrotizing fasciitis?
It is 9:00...ER is a repeat, the 8 year-olds are passed out, and I have to get up at 5:00. Sweet dreams...
posted by jill at 21:14
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