Where's Buffy when you need her?

I have finally figured it out: New Haven is on a hellmouth, a social hellmouth. Normal social rules don't apply here - they don't apply to friendships, they don't apply to dating, they don't apply to strangers you pass on the street.

People that are from here don't see it; people that have lived here too long have accepted it; newbies just continually wonder what the heck is going on here?

And that's all I have to say about that

Yesterday I was at my friend's apartment where I noticed carpet rolled up leaning against the wall. The carpet was wrapped in plastic and had No Haven written on it. That, right there, is all that needs to be said.

Thoughts from the mall

Will dippin dots ever be the ice cream of the past?

A cut above and below

This week at clinical I got to see my first c-section combined with a tubal ligation. I never realized just how violent they are - the doctors were yanking and pulling and pushing away in there. The baby doesn't come out that easily either, one doc was in the uterus up to her elbows trying to get the baby while the other one stood on a stool and pushed down with all her weight. Maybe they should show a video of that in prenatal classes.

I also got to see a circumcision. Ouch, thats gotta hurt - it's a pretty brutal procedure. The poor little baby was trying to figure out how he could suck on my finger and whimper at the same time. Never been so glad to be a girl in my life.