its quarter to 2. what do i care. i have classe in 6 hours. i have a paper to type. on what you ask. i say nothing but primary billiary cirrhosis of course. and you reply of course. that shouldn't take long you say as you stir your coffee. i say that it shouldn't, but i've gone overboard again. again you say. again i say. how far have you gone you ask as if overboard doesn't describe it enough. enough that i can no longer swim i say taking a long slow pull from my hip flask. you should stop that you say. and i say who are you to judge your smoking will kill us both. is not that you are mad about you say. i know i say its something more. what is it then you say as rain strikes your face. hemingway i reply. hemingway you inquire. hemingway indeed i state. how can he be the matter you ask hes been dead for some time. not the person i say the writing i mean. the writing you say. you aren't surprised i ask. no why should i be you state his writing is maddening.

where has everyone gone?

i'm in IC still. post MCAT post lab post caring. is there anything more pathetic than a self loathing med student? i think that there probably is but that species has long since yet to be found. i know that i should be studying or at least printing out the paper i should be reading. it can wait for my head to stop wanting to cecede from by body. and now i can't even spell. nothing exciting here. move on people...the train wreck hasn't happened yet.