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Apr. 9th, 2008 06:24 amSo it is morning. Veeeery early morning. *squints*
1)Fozzie is here with me in the computer lab. He is being a very good dog and not trying to get into my lap.
2) I have small scrub tops on today! :D It is gleeful-making. Even more gleeful-making is that they're a little on the big side on me.
3) OMG. Coffee. One hour, and I can go get it.
4) I got this black tea with blackberry and sage from Nugget (I got supremely fed up with my cereal and... whatever one calls those pots of stuff I make diet and got some greek yogurt and strawberries and a kiwi from Nugget and had myself a tasty dinner), and it is kind of awesome. Kind of a lot. On Monday I had two cups 'cause it was so good... it was really too bad one of those cups was at 11pm. >.< It's still tasty stuff.
5) Kind of annoyed - I spent lots of time this weekend and Monday working on a take-home quiz for SA Med II, on a topic we haven't been lectured on yet. But I finished it, and then at class... he went over the whole quiz and answered all the questions before we had to turn them in. >.<
6) The last half hour or so of Biggest Loser last night still rocks my everloving socks. :D
7) Am anesthetist today for surgery - got all my notes written out (evidently it's a tiny little thing - 2.4kg), for both an adult and a puppy ('cause Frank didn't bother to tell me if it's a tiny adult or a cute puppy we've got). I did stick to my guns and not go to initial physical exam, even though Frank decided she'd rather do it alone than involve Trapper. I swear. They're both five. *eyeroll*
8) Mom and I were talking about this 'n' that (as one does) last weekend, and we started talking about James Herriot and All Creatures Big and Small (and if you haven't read that or seen the BBC drama, GO DO SO). It was decided that I was most like James, in that I worry about every last little damn thing that comes down the road, no matter how well-prepared I am. I totally sympathize in the opening chapter when he's riding up to Yorkshire, imagining what a boss named 'Farnon' would look like, and deciding he must be a portly German with a rich mistress and a horrible temper and fascist leanings and... *snerk* Definitely not a Tristan - I just can't be that even-tempered about life. I've tried. I suck at it. Definitely not a Seigfried - I'm not quite that absent-minded (or that spontaneously brilliant), really, and I don't tend to get loud, and... I don't drive like that. Honest. O.o
9) Now to take the Fozzie back to his kennel, and scoot myself over to see the tiny dog of mystery.
1)Fozzie is here with me in the computer lab. He is being a very good dog and not trying to get into my lap.
2) I have small scrub tops on today! :D It is gleeful-making. Even more gleeful-making is that they're a little on the big side on me.
3) OMG. Coffee. One hour, and I can go get it.
4) I got this black tea with blackberry and sage from Nugget (I got supremely fed up with my cereal and... whatever one calls those pots of stuff I make diet and got some greek yogurt and strawberries and a kiwi from Nugget and had myself a tasty dinner), and it is kind of awesome. Kind of a lot. On Monday I had two cups 'cause it was so good... it was really too bad one of those cups was at 11pm. >.< It's still tasty stuff.
5) Kind of annoyed - I spent lots of time this weekend and Monday working on a take-home quiz for SA Med II, on a topic we haven't been lectured on yet. But I finished it, and then at class... he went over the whole quiz and answered all the questions before we had to turn them in. >.<
6) The last half hour or so of Biggest Loser last night still rocks my everloving socks. :D
7) Am anesthetist today for surgery - got all my notes written out (evidently it's a tiny little thing - 2.4kg), for both an adult and a puppy ('cause Frank didn't bother to tell me if it's a tiny adult or a cute puppy we've got). I did stick to my guns and not go to initial physical exam, even though Frank decided she'd rather do it alone than involve Trapper. I swear. They're both five. *eyeroll*
8) Mom and I were talking about this 'n' that (as one does) last weekend, and we started talking about James Herriot and All Creatures Big and Small (and if you haven't read that or seen the BBC drama, GO DO SO). It was decided that I was most like James, in that I worry about every last little damn thing that comes down the road, no matter how well-prepared I am. I totally sympathize in the opening chapter when he's riding up to Yorkshire, imagining what a boss named 'Farnon' would look like, and deciding he must be a portly German with a rich mistress and a horrible temper and fascist leanings and... *snerk* Definitely not a Tristan - I just can't be that even-tempered about life. I've tried. I suck at it. Definitely not a Seigfried - I'm not quite that absent-minded (or that spontaneously brilliant), really, and I don't tend to get loud, and... I don't drive like that. Honest. O.o
9) Now to take the Fozzie back to his kennel, and scoot myself over to see the tiny dog of mystery.
