I miss writing in my blog so. But the thing is, my subconscious is too busy processing large quanities of information (and, unfortunately, deleting some of it prematurely) to formulate blog posts, or topics for blog posts, in the back of my head. Which is what I used to do, before I started fulfilling my dream and purpose in life and blahdeblah and so on.

Last week we learned the eyes/ears/nose exam in our preceptor groups, right before I found out that I REALLY need to practice with my opthalmascope. So I need lots of willing eyeballs. I tried to see what I could see in Scott's eye, but he pulled a Mort Goldman on me, complaining that the bright light was burning a hole through his eyeball. (It wasn't a direct quote, but it was close. And he didn't talk about his mucus, a quality that I look for in a guy. And, he's slightly less nerdy than Mort Goldman. ;-) )

If you don't know what I'm talking about, here's a clip from the Family Guy episode Stuck Together, Torn Apart, in which Stewie and Brian get glued together by an industrial-strength adhesive, while Lois and Peter have some problems when her old boyfriend shows up and Peter turns into the Jealous Green Monster. So a therapist suggests a trial separation, and Peter lives with the Goldmans for awhile.*

Please right-click and "save as":

There's blood in my mucus! (~4.5MB)

Also, here's my favorite part from that same episode, the whole scene with the police van and the sound-amplifier or whatever spy device they have:

Oh no, they must have heard me. Oh no, I can hear me! (~27MB)

*In Stuck Together, Torn Apart, Peter goes out with the Goldmans' niece, Jennifer Love Hewitt. Which reminds me - some time ago, someone emailed me and told me that they knew the cartoon in my banner was supposed to be me, but it looked like Jennifer Love Hewitt. I wonder whatever gave them the idea that it was me? It IS Jennifer Love Hewitt.

And finally, I am trying really hard to stay positive as far as school is concerned. We are in the middle of a flurry of millions of tests, and I feel overwhelmed and behind everyone else and so on - but it doesn't help to dwell and complain about it, I've discovered. I know that almost everyone else in my class feels like they're about to crack as well, and that I can only study as much as I can and pray for the Lord's help, and I'll get the grades that I get. And for the past few tests, those grades have been satisfactory. So I'm going to be happy about that. HAPPY!

Edited because I should probably add that I'm only slightly less geeky than Muriel Goldman. So I guess Scott (and his sensitive retinas) and I are a good match. :-)