Hard to write in this blog these days. I just don't have much to say.

The days (and nights) are long, the patients are interesting (or frustrating or tragic), the medicine is challenging (and tedious), and the only way we're going to make it through this year is to put our heads down and keep going.

I've come to new lows this month with:

1. 6 days straight of 3 hours of sleep, stuck in the vicious circle of insomnia caused by the caffeine I consume to keep me awake during the day
2. choclate covered prezels for breakfast as i run out the door at 5am
3.swearing at my nails for growing (HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO CUT YOU ALL THE TIME?!)

Excerpts from my good friend's blogs who are currently in the same place as I am (seeing as I'm too brain blank to write anything myself):

Rabbit:
(#3 gave me warm fuzzies - how fucked up is that???)

More Reasons That I'm Secretly Insane

1) If there were ever an apocalypse I have already planned to use my sword to hunt the semi-tamed ducks that live near the pool of my apt complex. I've even thought about how I'd go about cooking them.

2) I have 150 cds on my hard drive that I have never listened to, but I keep getting more. I can't stop. Arrgghhh.

3) I like to imagine myself jumping out of my car while I'm driving to work in the morning letting it run into the median divider and burst into flames. I then walk away and begin a new life.

Coyote, who's been better than the rest of us on maintaining her blog, is hitting the wall too:

But I can't study. Or sleep for that matter. I've been sitting here reading "news" articles online and wondering why America is so obsessed with tragic blondes.

And I have a big time case of writer's block. My life has just been kids with upper respiratory infections for the past week. What the hell am I going to write about?

bender, like me, is having his last lifeforce being sucked out of him by the second (now exhausting) month of internal medicine:

Mostly, I don't care enough. I just want to get through the next few months. Just finished watching some gray's anatomy...so true. In the beginning, it's all about being the best. By the time you get to med school, you just want to finish.

Yeah.
Third year of medical school.
Yippee.