Here are two close-ups. I'm feeling very weird about displaying these pictures actually, like it's kind of materialistic and show-offy somehow, but I do have several people who are close to me who don't live nearby, and I want them to see. So anyway, there it is. Small but elegant. See what I was saying before about me having man hands? |
Monday . March 11 . 2002 . 11:30pm |
shantytown Joe and I just started our Primary Care rotation in a small Connecticut town I'm not-so-affectionately referring to as Crapville USA. Well, originally, it was Slumtown USA, but I don't want to seem like I'm insensitive or anything like that. Honestly, it's probably a lot like hundreds of other blue collar, slightly depressed New England towns dotted all along the coast. And it's really not...THAT... terrible. I suppose. But I have to live here for five weeks. So, you know, my coping mechanism is to complain. I'm pretty exhausted tonight, what with the moving in, my first day in a new clinic, and just general stress about being marooned in what basically amounts to My Suburban Nightmare. This town sucks. It's scary. And not in that New York scary way. That I can handle. This town is creepy. It looks deserted. It's like a ghost town. I feel like we're in "Children of the Corn" or something, and pretty soon, some pasty, saucer-eyed religious zealot kids are going to start to come after us with scythes. But on the plus side, since we're on Primary Care, there's no call schedule, and we don't have to get to work tomorrow until 9:00am. Oh great, more time to do nothing. xo Michelle |
Bikini Briefs |
ring-a-ding-ding! If you think this is too stupid and girlie, you can stop reading. Please, be my guest. But some people wanted to see my engagement ring. |
Here is a slightly blurry picture of it on my hand. Yes, I know it's on the wrong finger, but it's slightly too big right now. It was actually a surprise to Joe that it didn't fit, since he stole a ring I used to wear off the fourth finger of my right hand to size the engagement ring, but after all that, the jeweler screwed up anyway. We're getting it resized when we return to civilization (read: NYC) for the weekend. |
Here are two close-ups. I'm feeling very weird about displaying these pictures actually, like it's kind of materialistic and show-offy somehow, but I do have several people who are close to me who don't live nearby, and I want them to see. So anyway, there it is. Small but elegant. See what I was saying before about me having man hands? |
