Out of the hospital.

To be or not to be? I'm undecided.

If there's one thing I've learned in life, it's that no matter how bad things are, they can always get worse.

If I stick myself while processing a positive blood culture bottle, I should not have to wait until I get back from the ER (down the hall) to run the gram stain myself.

Ugh, there is so much I should do today but eeeeeh.

For thousands of years I lay dormant . . .

I'm so fucking exhausted.

What if John Carter and Mark Watney, tho?

I have read or acknowledged all the plurks on my timeline. I have won, for now.

I know I am late to this party, but Undyne is the most terrifying friend.