Just some things.

I have friends who are really awesome bloggers. Funny, self-deprecating in that oh so charming sort of way, smart, insightful. I just sort of write stuff. I've had a pretty intense go of residency lately, but I finally get to catch my breath. I just got off a week of vacation, and now I'm on nephrology (kidney), which is pretty much a 40-50 hour/week gig. So nice. Also the attendings are my favorites because they are both nice and quirky. I really appreciate folks who think outside the box. I'm not kidding...today one of my attendings compared a patient encounter to a four hour pap smear. Who does that?

If you think that all of this free time means that I've found myself a social life...well...what can I say? Hey, the Olympics are on! In all seriousness, I'm pretty obsessed with the Olympics. Biathlon is awesome. Shooting a gun and cross country skiing...who knew? And I acted like the silliest of silly fan girls at both Evan Lysacek's and Bode Miller's wins. And our nordic and alpine ski teams are AMAZING.

My cat is being super cute right now. We have an evening routine going, and by routine I mean cuddling and watching the Olympics. Right now, even as I type this, she's lying on my shoulder between me and my computer, her little face pressed to my face, purring. She's watching me type. It's adorable. And yes, I'm rapidly descending into old cat lady-dom. It was kind of inevitable; I started out as a homebody, anyway, and Gracie's pretty much the cutest, sweetest cat in the world.

Now I'm more than halfway through with residency...which means that pretty soon I have to find a job. I'm almost twenty-eight, and I have never in my life had to go find a job. Jobs have just sort of found me. It's scary...and exciting. I'm not even sure where to look. Ten years ago, I didn't really think I would be almost thirty and still flying solo...it's a daunting prospect to set out on my own, again, and start all over, again. Sometimes I worry that all the time I've spent in training for this job will mean that this job is all that I will ever have. Well, this job and my cat, right?

Ha. No, seriously, I'm actually sitting at the computer laughing at myself. Things are not that dire.

Also, I would like everyone to know that fanfiction is hilarious. Random people actually write stories about, like, the vampires of Twilight going to Hogwarts. Or the kids in Glee getting it on with the Cullens. (Actually, there is this sort of disease of people writing stories that link popular television programs to either Harry Potter or Twilight.) Mostly, these stories are written without the littlest hint of irony. It is ridiculous and thus hilarious and awesome. On a similar note, if you have managed to escape seeing the Twilight movies, do not see them. They are really awful.

I think I'm done rambling for now.