The Finite

For an apartment near streets named High and Green in Urbana-Champaign. I’m surprised there aren’t more drug dealers here. I mean, there are a bunch, but I thought there’d be more.

This hospital internship is finally over. All I know now: I’ve never wanted to become a hospitalist as much as I do now.

BTW, Carle Foundation Hospital; really a nice place to work. I don’t know what it’s like for patients as I’m currently not experiencing any chest pain or any Vitamin B12 deficiency-linked nitrous oxide induced peripheral neuropathy, but it’s a nice place to intern.

Wow, I forgot I had a blog. I blog that I obviously liked blogging on. I guess I didn’t think you guys didn’t want to hear about my daily life. When I wasn’t making sandwich art in the sandwich mine, I was studying or on my bicycle.

I have developed a process to studying. It goes like this:

1. I look at my printout of the lecture slides for a while, occasionally circling something.
2. I come across an inconsistency or a particularly prickly learning objective. I begin to scowl.
3. I grab my paper in one hand and point at it with the other and start yelling, “Screw you, old man! Screw you right in the beard!” referring of course to a professor.
4. Repeat.

So, that’s a lot of my life right there. That and reddit. All of this is bad news.