Saturday . June 8 . 2002 . 1:33pm |
beast of burden I think I become hypoglycemic very fast. Either that, or I have lost the ability to sense when I am on the downslope to becoming hypoglycemic, and only realize that I am hungry and need to eat when I have hit a blood sugar of about 70, my limbs are shaky, and I will basically eat anything in sight, non-food items included. This is rather bad, because it means that I end up eating a lot of crap. (But not literally feces.) I have a lot of odds and ends to tie up today. First, I had to write a letter of recommendation for my friend Andy, who is in the process of moving into a co-op and basically needs people to vouch that he is clean, considerate, and not a serial killer. My resident told me yesterday that he wants me to put together a presentation on the staging schemes of colon cancer (seriously, what a boring topic), so I'm working on a little handout for that. I'm also starting to freak out (in that barely perceptable, internal combustion way) that I have to take the Boards in three weeks, but haven't really had a chance to sit down and study for them at all, nor do I anticipate really having that kind of time until a week prior to actually taking the test. It should work out OK, though. Unlike my philosophy for Step I of the Boards, this time, for Step II, I'm just going for the pass. Still, just the prospect of having to sit for an eight-hour test in general does not fill me with a sense of joy and well-being. This morning, Joe and I were trying to figure out what animals people reminded us of. JOE Brendan is a giraffe. MICHELLE Yes, mainly because of his eyebrows. Oh yeah, and his tallness. (Pause) MICHELLE Andy is a basset hound. JOE Yeah. MICHELLE And Dr. E is definitely some kind of a jungle cat. Maybe a panther. JOE What am I? I think I'm a bull. MICHELLE You're...you're like a rhinoceros or something similarly sturdy. A bull would work too. JOE Yeah, a bull. MICHELLE Or maybe a wildebeest. JOE What? Wildebeests are ugly! MICHELLE OK then, you're a warthog. JOE You're a prairie dog. MICHELLE What? I always thought of myself as more of a meerkat. JOE What the hell's a meerkat? MICHELLE You know, like Timon in "The Lion King." JOE No, you're a prairie dog. (To illustrate, imitates a prairie dog gnawing at something held between its forepaws.) MICHELLE What, are those, like, squirrels or something? JOE Not really, They're a little bigger. MICHELLE Like groundhogs, then? JOE No, groundhogs are chubbier. Prairie dogs are more like...dogs...of...the praire. MICHELLE Why do you think I'm a prairie dog? Why can't you say that I'm a beautiful gazelle or something? JOE You're a beautiful prairie dog. MICHELLE If I was a meerkat, you could be a warthog. And then it would be totally "Lion King." JOE Wait, I changed my mind. I want to be a gorilla. MICHELLE Too late, warthog boy. I think I'm going to go take a nap. xo Michelle |
