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Crap. Why the hell is this thing pink? But it’s quite funky coolllll mediynaaa like that. So maybe I’m sticking to it. Besides, I’m getting old. I need something with bigger fonts. No, getting old doesn’t equate to getting blind. Maybe to old me. Not you. Don’t fret.

Two weeks to MO-ship baby. I don’t really know what it means. Maybe more time for useless crap, ie: typing up a blog. More sleep time, of course. And no longer at the bottom of the hierarchy. Sure, we would still be stepped and stamped on by the specialists, but at least we have other people below us to step and stamp on this time. It’s a food chain. It’s ugly.

But I think I’m going to be a pretty cool, baik MO. Lol. I don’t know.

I’m not too ecstatic at the prospect of being your own boss especially if I were to be despatched to district, but life goes on. The baby birds (I have no qualms whatsoever in stating the fact that I have no idea what a proper term for baby birds are) have to leave the nest when the time comes. So I guess the time has come for me to the the first flight (plunge) down that tree. Let’s hope I don’t fall splat on my face, shall we?

I have a lot of stories. Some sad, some happy, some downright disgusting. I wish I had more time to write. Being a doctor is all about documentation, I guess that’s why I had three volumes of my life documented in a journal. I just like to crap. A lot.

I think that’s about it. Of course I couldn’t keep it short and sweet. 🙂

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