Someone hates me up there.
No Internet at home until Saturday at the earliest now because that's when our Landlord is coming back. She was supposed to be back yesterday, mind you, so who knows whether or not she'll actually show up on Saturday. Grah. I miss the convenience of being able to roll out of bed and check my mail in the morning before going to class and being able to yack on my Magicjack and watch all my shows. Sigh.
Anyway, onwards to Parasit. The take-home message of this class? Wash your damn hands all the freaking time and if you're gonna be a carnivore, don't be so savage about it and make sure your meat is actually cooked.
I can't think of a single reason why I should be a doctor, but I can think of a thousand reasons why I should quit. They make it hard on purpose. There are lives in our hands. There comes a moment when it's more than just a game, and you either take that step forward or turn around and walk away. I could quit but here's the thing, I love the playing field. [MG]
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