Today is May 31, 2012.

A patient stole a a golden Chinese rabbit figurine from the front desk today. I saw her pick it up, then put it back. But I'm pretty sure she is the reason why it's gone.


As I joined in the jam-packed early morning BART commute dressed in my corporate skirt, blouse, and heels, I thought to myself, "Dang. This is like a scene from GATTACA." I'm not really sure which scene I meant. 

The "q" key on my keyboard doesn't work half the time. This computer is only 1 week old. Speaking of new technology, I just got a new (free) cell phone. My old cell phone, while reliable and the only phone small enough to fit into my running shorts pocket, is tattered and worn from its 4+ years of use. It was time. 

I had a dream last night about an extremely gory scene. I woke up and realized that it wasn't a dream. The scene was from the emergency room yesterday.


I would really like to have lunch with fellow San Francisco downtown-working friends! Unfortunately my work schedule only allows lunch breaks that are <30 minutes long, at random intervals (ie, when there are no patients). I usually settle for bagging lunch and eating it in hurried chomps in the upstairs kitchen.


I'm afraid of taking a nap because the last time I took a nap, I woke up 14 hours later. I had just spent ten hours playing with children at my church's Bible camp. Rambunctious six year-olds, small beads, paint, and cream cheese just do not mix.


My mom decided to bake cookies for the first time in 20 years to mail to my brother ("he needs nourishment"). She also decided not to follow the recipe I've perfected. Instead, she dialed up the dried fruits and nuts and dialed down down down the butter and sugar. The result is this chalky, crumbly mound that resembles a fissured muffin top. Enjoy, brother.