Today a virgin died and a whore is born, check it?
Medicine is whom I'm married to. That MBBS is almost within grasp, and should I have the temerity to savour its flavoursome prestige? Of course! Why, why not call it a wedding when an engagement ring just slipped on her finger? An unconscionable benefit for a conscionable cause perhaps? Shut up, let me enjoy this prepulence!
Stop watching Disney, stop watching House. Happy endings are for girls not yet pubescent, and the seat of diagnosis rests not in a brilliant comedian pretending to be a trumped-up nephrologist in a fictional "diagnostic department". Who'dathunkit?
Today's a day I toast myself and politely tell the world, fuck you.
Today's also a day for writing PICO questions. Feck.
Yo yo dokta G inna house! Ya-heya!
ReplyDeleteOk, shoot me now. :P
-Nathan
Snarky, wordy, to the point. Perhaps a little excessively obscene, but that's simply the failure of postmodern public education to instill any sense of grammatical finesse in her linguistically malnourished charges.
ReplyDeleteThe references to the DSM-IV-TR are almost in-jokey, and the reference to "BPD" was lost even on me. I have, it seems, two years of missed vocabulary since my fall from medically-aspiring grace, though my Latin still outstrips that of everyone else and my Japanese has overtaken even that.
Miss you guys, and once my own work is ready for publication I'll let you know. Thanks also for the loan into Top Gear Live, I owe you certain monies (to be blunt it was more enjoyable for the company than the show itself, once I pay up you'll have got the better end of the deal).
Robertus Sidneiensis.