Bruthas wanna know

"Why don't you ever update the blog no more? bruthas wanna know."

The short answer is that they don't have internet-capable computers in hell. This brutha's been working...hard. Thankfully though I am no longer a lowly intern (since July 1st). This being said, privacy and medico-legal constraints forbid me from divulging details of my trip through Hades these last couple of months, but I can share with you the following (absolutely unrelated) thoughts I have had in the last couple of months:

1. "32 hours of no sleep = 3 Vanilla Stolis and Coke"

2. "Nurse, please don't be stupid. I have no energy for stupid."

3. " This bath needs to be 10 degrees warmer to soak the pain away."

4. "Most beautiful wedding EVER."

5. "That's a hot tranny mess."

6. "Is everyone Asian now? Why are they so much more fun?"

7. "Scheiße. Am I losing weight? Back to the gym."

8. "Please let there be noting else wrong with my car besides 27 cents."

9. "Calling me doesn't make it faster."

10. "I guess I'm trading in Persians."

Recently, I've thoroughly immersed myself into the task of making my once-forgotten and neglected patio into something a bit more respectable. Thankfully, I've had plenty of help to enable my burgeoning addiction to Ikea clay pots. Its gotta be a dozen already. Basil for pesto, oregano chicken, mint for mojitos; yummy. Hibiscus, roses, palms, vines, vinca, and a variety of annuals now grace the patio. Add a dash of halogen for the night, garnish with small fountain, and voilà. Its actually NICE to look outside now.