go mavs

So my nurse extern job is cool. When I get my first real paycheck it'll be even cooler. So yes Colin, you're on for CSNY. But instead of Los Angeles, how about 7/20 at Red Rocks?

The patients we deal with at work are somewhat frightening...patients who have 5 kids at age 22, who have all kinds of STDs, who hide drugs in orifices of their bodies from where babies have just come out, who give birth in the lobby because they "didn't realize they were contractions." Ok, but did you realize your water broke? Or that you were pushing? In fact, did you even know you were pregnant? I guess I shouldn't be so judgmental...apparently even new parents among the elite lack baby sense sometimes.

Check out this sick tattoo. Click on the picture and look closely (if you're a Star Wars fan, that is). This woman was in line in front of me at the 24-hour hospital Subway the other night. By the way, what the fuck is up with that? There are a lot of people in the hospital all night long...doctors, nurses, other staff, visitors, patients...the cafeteria closes at 10:00 pm and doesn't reopen til 4:00 am. Luckily, you can get a Subway sandwich all night long, but there is nowhere in or around the hospital where you can get a cup of coffee. Bad planning on someone's part, that's for sure.

Great conversation of the day (Anthony and Mercedes are neighbor kids):
Me: So Zack, Anthony came by today looking for you...he wanted to have a lightsaber fight
Zack: I'll take his head off when we get home.
Michaela: I'm sick of these boy games. I'll be really happy when Mercedes gets home.
Me: Where is she?
Michaela: She's at camp.
Me: Where?
Michaela: In Oklahoma.
Me: What kind of camp?
Zack: The kind of camp where you don't see your parents for a week.

Other great conversation of the day: I can't blog it. But it's filed in the "don't ever delete" folder. Thanks. Someday I will write the blog of Vincent and Mia, but not today...