tinselet relayed an interesting tidbit to me yesterday.

I've got a whole pile of rocks here, but no energy left to throw them. I ran out of cheeks to turn about a year and a half ago. I've now officially entered the "fuck it" stage; I know a coincidence when I see one, and they usually don't involve musicals. I'll take "Vindication" for 1000, Alex.

Last night I had a goodbye beer with Link, who is leaving for DC this weekend to go cure cancer. In most professions, you have to occasionally ask yourself, "Is what I'm doing really going to make the world a better place?" But not in medicine, I wouldn't think.

Also it's got to be a lot simpler to explain to people when they ask what you do.

For dinner yesterday I made Havana garlic and lime chicken with curry couscous.

I have named this dish the "Patel Castro".