I haven't showered in a few days. I think I smell. I've spent the last five hours in a bizarre bipolaresquerollercoaster ride that began with a rampage on the streets of Vice City with a minigun and ending in bawling like a schoolgirl during a touching moment during the show Nip Tuck. I actually look crazy right now. I need to comb my hair. Shave. Shower.

Why do proctologists go into the field that they do? I mean, when you specialize you have to tell people in social settings at some point that you're going into that field and why. What's the answer to why? I mean, if someone goes into Psychiatry because they're interested in the mind and someone goes into plastic surgery because they're shallow and is a heart spacialist because they're fascinate by the circulatory system, then does a proctologist go into the field because they're fascinated with the ass? How do you answer "why are you going into proctology?" I'm not knocking it at all, but I'm just curious about the conversations during med school.

I haven't really had much to write about. Never an excuse, but fuck it. I did make my own media center computer complete with hard drive vcr, TV tuner, and Grand Theft Auto on the TV, like a real game. It's pretty nerdy but I don't care. Projects like that keep me off drugs and alcohol. Fucking hookers is still able to be accomplished through an intricate outcall program my escort service provides. I'm not drunk or high though.

As often.

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