Well then.
In exactly 8 hours and 35 minutes, I'm going to open an envelope whose contents are going to dictate, swiftly and certainly, the course of my life for at least the next 3-4 years.
They'll definitely dictate the location, which will dictate the weather and, with it, the general vibe of life. The words will strongly dictate the course of my social and romantic lives, on various levels. Then, of course, they'll dictate the program that will train me to become an Emergency Medicine doc.
Heh, medicine is startin' to feel like a dictatorship. But she's just a selfish mistress. No matter what happens tomorrow, the fact is I'm GOING to be an Emergency Medicine doc...so fuck it. Let's get fucked up tonight.
Well then.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
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