Monday, August 31, 2009

The Next Chapter

So the news is little over a month old, but this is no longer true, "Since I don't even share my apartment with a goldfish, I have to tell somebody about the random crap that comes into my head. You're it." For the next several years, I get to be this, "I'm a crazed medical student that can't remember my own name but knows that the pancytopenia means a deficiency of all blood cells. When my wife can't stand listening to my random thoughts, you get 'em."