Riding home on the el...

...and two college students sit behind me, one of whom is obviously visiting his friend because the whole train/public transportation thing is just a bit more than he can take it at once (it is for everybody at least once, me included). What was annoying was the friend who apparently lives here (and goes to Loyola) felt the need to announce every stop to her companion. And she talked like she had marbles in her mouth...likkeee...yeahhhhh.
I like...reallllyyyyyy wanted to turn around and ask her to stop raping the English language in my presence. Kthnxbye.

Job security?

I ran 4.5 miles and had no problems at all breathing...until I got into the elevator with you, the human ashtray...jerk. People like you are walking public service announcements....and ensure I will at least have a few more patients when you get old.

Back into the fray

Since I've been gearing up to go back into the hospital and clinic, I am reminded of one of my least-favorite aspects of medical school: the self-important medical student. I call him Mr. Narcissist. We all know the type. It's the guy (or gal) who thinks he's hot-stuff. He thinks he knows everything, that nobody else should know something that he doesn't, that his problems are the only one that matter (yeah dude, I'm so terribly sorry you're one of FIVE HUNDRED PEOPLE trying to get hospital assignments, I really want to hear about your particular crusade trying to get into a hospital that accepts five people, meanwhile over a hundred of us who submitted our paperwork on time, and before you, are still waiting...), and that his problems are also of WORLD-ENDING-CONSEQUENCE if they don't get resolved RIGHT THIS VERY MINUTE. I just want to tell these people--hey, sorry to inform you, but the sun did not wait until you woke up to start shining...and it certainly did not slide out of your hind parts in order to do so!

No words...

As I'm walking back from the bus...this late 20's something black guy had dropped something and was calling to his, erm, elderly white companion (he's 60 if he's a day)...so the black guy is calling..."Hey booboo...you just gonna leave me here and not help me? That's not very nice booboo!!" The older guy just looks at him and nods and smiles. "Come here booboo Imma pinch you!"
I wasn't sure whether to wretch or fall to the sidewalk in fits of laughter.
...so I just did nothing and walked on. Things that make you want to go BLEGH (and NOT because it was two men!!!) I just wished that booboo could've taken that inside...and kept it there, haha.

Kitchen delight...

I noticed a funny smell coming from the kitchen. Initially thinking it was something in the garbage (Brussels sprouts go from green to rank in the blink of an eye) I threw out the garbage bag...but the smell was still there. Apparently potatoes can and will explode...even when just sitting there on your counter...Potato: 1, Me: 0

Ache

Had a long discussion with the ex. All I can say is it just aches. From deep within it aches, and nobody or nothing but time will make it go away. Although maybe Adele or Patsy Cline would help?

Mostly settled in...

It's been about a week since I left Atlanta for Chicago, and it has taken several days to get everything into some semblance of order. By order I mean unpacking the dozen or so boxes that accompanied my heavy-butt furniture. It would've easily taken an extra day had we schlepped the furniture up here ourselves.

As for my apartment so far I'm very happy with it. It has three large closets, all of which I have filled up with crap. One of the projects for the next few days is to get some semblance of organization into at least one of them, and hopefully throw away a good bit of the useless junk that I'm sure made it in there. I have an amazing view, unobstructed from a very high floor. From my bedroom I have a particularly excellent view of the downtown skyline, which is about three miles away, and Wrigley Field, which is about three blocks away. We'll see if that gets annoying during baseball season. I have been trying to get out of my apartment at least a few hours every day, and get comfortable with the various bus routes and train stop (colloquially called the "el"). So far I haven't really had many issues.

I am, however, NEW to Netflix (I know, luckyone bounds into the twentieth century), and already have a queue longer than FDR's tenure in office.