there's too much confusion, i can't get no relief, when the cat turned blue--rusted root

the rumors are true: i got a cat.  it's a 5 month old black and white lil guy who won me over not by his tiny kitty looks, but by his personality.

so what if he's not the cute fluffy cat i was hoping for...at least he doesn't claw me.

i call him Cat...but his official name (for now) is pepe (as in pepe le pew). i'll post pictures at some point, but for now i had to find time at work to update because when i sit at my computer at home, he either tries to hug it (the computer) or he finds his way to sit on my shoulders and fall asleep there, which can make it difficult for me to move around very much.

cat is going to make me lazy...er...more lazy

i'm currently finishing up my last week of surgery.  yesterday we got a consult for a guy with a nosebleed.  huh??  my attending was pretty annoyed, to say the least, but since he's a fairly laid back, snowboarder dude type, he laughed it off.  anyway, when we went up to see the guy, his face, mostly around his mouth was all black.  "how did that happen?" my attending asked.  "i smoked a cigarette," he replied.  my attending looked at him with confusion, but seeing the o2 tank behind him, i saw where this was going.  "i'm also on home oxygen," the man added.  my attending made a comment about how that wasn't too smart of a thing to do, to which the man said, "yea, i did it twice." 

that man deserves to have a nosebleed.  he deserves to have a nosebleed and have no one to care for it.  how can anyone help a person who will light up WHILE on oxygen...TWICE?!?!

the whole week i've been wishing for friday and it occurred to me today that tomorrow (friday) i'm on call.  stinks.  what a horrible way to end the week.  monday i start the medicine service which may make me a bit mia.  i dunno...we'll see. 

more things i would do if i were in charge of all trivial things:
-- make sure that there are NO insects on airplanes.  that includes flies.  i know that airplanes are far from sanitary places, but when i'm stuck in this lil contraption, way up in the air, and see a fly buzzing around...it makes me all itchy.  there's something about the loudness of a plane with the air coming through the vents that gives the illusion that the space is being disinfected.  when i see a fly, that illusion is shattered. 

-- shampoo bottles would all have push tops, and no lifting cover tops.  those dumb lift cover tops are always so impossible to open and i always nearly break off my whole nail doing it.  those push tops are not the best, but they're better. 

gotta run.

if you want it, you can have it, but you gotta learn to reach up there and grab it--weezer

some (but not all) of you might remember/know that i was a child who was always getting carsick.  any drive more than 120 minutes, and the possibility of me spewing a mess was 75%--a percentage that increased with every added minute, turns, bumps, whatever.  that didn't stop me from hoarding up on ice cream and candy at our designated stop on the way to jersey during our monthly (sometimes bimonthly) trips.  i'm not sure why my parents thought it would be okay to feed me during these drives, except that maybe my tiny face greedily salivating over that box of miniature 3 musketeers tugged at their heartstrings. the thing about 3 musketeers is that their rich goodness made me feel incredibly nauseated every single time but that didn't stop me from buying them every single time.  ask omara...she knows.  we'd be playing in the back of the station wagon...trading candy...or more so...me having already finished my chocolate and convincing omara she owed me some of hers...and quite suddenly i'd feel sick and would pretty much lay still for the rest of the trip with the hopes that i didn't barf...which would only be a cause for embarrassment since the first question anyone asked when i reached jersey was, "didja throw up this time?"

didn't mean to get into all that.  i was thinking of this yesterday as my mom and i made a small drive for shopping and i started having my adult manifestations of carsickness (ie: headache and nausea...but no more vomiting).  my sensitivities are loserish.

if i owned the position of taking care of menial things in this world:
1) i'd put coat checks in all malls.  who wants to shop in the wintertime with those heavy coats on??  not i.
2) i'd force the production of efficient flying cars.  it's 2010 already!  c'mon now.  the jetsons promised me this!!!

don't laugh at my list.  these are nonimportant-important things! i have a whole list... and as i remember them i'll add them.  can't think of anything else now due to lack of time because i'm supposed to run to dad's office and maybe i can sneak away to the bookstore for a short bit.

peace.

everything it seems i like's a little bit sweeter, a little bit fatter, a little bit harmful to me--rufus wainwright

my plans to not leave the house during my week break came to an abrupt end when zanny made me go to walmart with her.  of all the places...whhhhy there??  it was a cruel demand, but one i could not deny as mama afzal also wanted me to go out with her.

i will be making a cheesecake once done this post.

home is...home.  i spent yesterday looking through closets and rummaging through the basement for things i want to take back with me.  i do this every time i come home...and always find a couple things that either i forgot i had, or someone else seems to not want.  i feel a lil bit like a weasely rat, hoarding whatever goods i can find...but maybe that's what makes it fun.  hah.

i have also began reading les miserables.  for some reason it was just laying around on the family room floor and yesterday, while waiting for the family to settle down for dinner...i read a page...then two...then three...and so on.  zanny won't let me take the book back to michigan with me...which is a stink...but perhaps i can work something out.

or by sunday i won't care any more.

barely stopped eating since i've been home.  awesome.

got stuffs to do.  cheesecake with a possibilities of brownies in the near future.  come on ova!