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[bodldops]

Oh halp.

I have, in my hands (well, currently beside the keyboard as I am typing), my senior year schedule.

*FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIL*

I start in Outpatient. This is good. I can totally deal with vaccine updates and such.

But.

*FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIL*

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[varadia]

*SENDS TEA AND COOKIES AND HUGS*

THE FINISH LINE IS IN SIGHT.
HOMG.

[bodldops.livejournal.com]

IT IS.

BUT THERE ARE BIG-ASS HILLS BETWEEN HERE AND THERE.

LIKE SEVEN WEEKS IN SMALL ANIMAL MED ROTATION AND MY BOARDS.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH BOARDS!

[varadia]

YOU WILL FLY LIKE UNTO A BIRD.

OR STOMP LIKE A T-REX. HILLS ARE PIDDLING WHEN ONE IS FORTY FEET HIGH. *exaggerates*

And . . . yeah. Boards. Ew. *sends brains in advance*

[bodldops.livejournal.com]

Yay brains!

...

*is zombie?*

Anyway. I wrote that Speed-Dude Izzy killed Grey's Anatomy/CSI:Miami crossover. Well. 500 words of it. >.> I decided that Speed needs to meet the gal with the pole. Bad puns ftw.

[camwyn]

I'd hand you one of my cats to pet, were I at home to offer one. Cup of decaf?

[bodldops.livejournal.com]

Plz. I should go home on my break and pet my own cat, if she'll let me. She was pissed this morning because I tried to brush her teeth.