Me, Myself, I, and It

It's official - I have gone straight up insane, y'all. It's the pharmacology that's done it to me. The pharmacology!! I think I should just be a fake doctor like Zach Braff.

The other day, Christy and I were going to lunch (meeting Todd and Michael at Fazoli's) and I was mixing up my pronouns something awful. Like this:

Me: It needs to get some gasoline.
Christy: What does?
Me: Oh, I meant "I". What'd I say, "It"? I called myself "it"??

Later, upon arrival at Fazoli's ...

Me (in frustration): There's no place for them to park!
Christy: Who?
Me: Us, I mean us, not them!

Christy, trying to make me feel better, goofed up her pronouns yesterday, as we plodded through our antiarrhythmic notes. She said, "It's so tired!" Hee. I have three exams next week - can you tell? And I'll be lucky to get a 7% on the pharm test. I hate cardiac drugs.