LOL

It's entirely possible that the grading hell that I'm enduring has put me in a slaphappy state, but really, this video made me laugh so hard I cried.

Oh yeah...and...

I finally emailed off the revisions on the thesis.

No, I hadn't done that yet.

Yes, I recognize how pathetic that is.

Not my best night

Last night I was nearly killed when a large buck bounded across the median on Highway 7. It ricocheted off the minivan in the right lane back into the left lane where I was slamming on my breaks, before finally scampering off the road.

The deer hunting opener, coincidentally, was this weekend.

About forty-five minutes post Deer Incident, the waiter knocked over the candle on the table, spilling hot wax all over my sweater. I was assured that the restaurant would pay for my dry cleaning if, by chance, I couldn't get the wax out with a "simple application of ice."

It wasn't my best night.

Week in Review

Last Saturday night, an old friend from CP got married.

Last night was the annual Halloween Party at Laura & John's:

The Pups

Yesterday, a girl in my first hour class told me about two 7 week old black lab puppies she rescued. She was desperately trying to find a home for the two of them and was wondering if I was interested.

Uh-huh.

She had a girl and a boy; the girl was all black and the boy had some white on his chest, the tips of his feet, and the end of his tail.

She brought them to my fourth hour prep so I could visit with them to see if I would "like them."

Yep.

Jim said no. KC said unequivocally no. I realize that all logic and reason and rational thought screams no. But really, what am I supposed to do, exactly, about how cute that little boy puppy was when he climbed into my lap, licked my chin, and fell asleep next to my cheek?

I've been pining away for them for over 24 hours. This could get ugly, people.

I'm just putting this out there

A few days ago I downloaded Ms. Pacman to my Blackberry. It's safe to say that I'm going through a Cyndy-like obsession phase. I'm having a hard time NOT playing Ms. Pacman. And, frankly, regular old Pacman online.

There's something about gobbling up those blue ghosts before time runs out (and earning serious points for killing and destroying them) that is working wonders on my psyche.

I'm just saying.

Mekhead, M.D.

Not to make a big deal out of it or anything, but Michael was offered admission to Creighton's med school on Monday.

So yeah. Whatever. I mean, it's just medical school. No biggie.