A month of gah

Just over a month has passed since my last post. In that time, I had (in no particular order):

1. Tapped
2. Tapped
3. Dumped
4. Babycheck!
5. Hardcoring in the gym
6. Soccer; being hopeless in

I'm attempting to burn off 800 calories a day at the gym for 5 days a week, and restricting diet to less than 1700 calories a day. Should work.

I'm planning on heading to convention...more on this later.

Now, gah.

1. Gah at stress
The premature baby with gestational diabetes may be born with hypercortisolism, causing complications. Similarly, the medical student may be faced with the fallout of this hypercortisolism (the baby adds an extra hour to an already-extended ward round) and the resultant lethargy. The temptation for you, the student, to go and eat your stress away is tempting, but no. Go to the gym instead!

2. Gah at women
You'd have thought a completed double-degree in Social Work and Psychology would help even the most hard-up broken-family nymphomaniacal bimbo into easing herself to polite, quality society, and accepting the cream rather than the dregs. Be my boyfriend...4 Days later...please don't hate me for this, but I need space, I don't want to hurt you but I like another guy...no I liked you before but I like him now. I'm sorry I'm such a bitch....

No, you're not a bitch. You're a sociopath.

Moral of the story? Don't date a sociopath....or just, don't date. Too many sociopaths

3. Gah at life
Amidst the chaos, you expect to find a core of order. In the USA, the chaos lies in the faltering, wayward economy, with a core of Obama sensibility. In a society filled with disposal people flying to and from your scope, it'd be nice to have a nucleus of warmth. A reactor of altruism even.

So, why the heck are you so cold? Spread to love already, it's not like you'll catch syphilis from a smile and saying hi and telling someone s/he will be okay.




We now return to your regular programming.