Pre-call Day.

I’m on call tomorrow. I really don’t mind it, except I tend to feel this suffocating sense of obligation to professors, consultants and registrars around me. I hate that. Normally, I tell them to kiss my ass and go fuck themselves, but I’m trying to behave here to make sure all the heads of department have no reason to give me anymore pathetically uncessary delays and problems than I’ve already had….just gotta keep my head low a little longer, just keep silent to their small-minded jabs of culture and social hierarchy, then I’m out from under them.

Then maybe one day, I’ll come back for them. murHAHAHA.

Haha.

Hey, how many blogs are out there? Hundreds of thousands? Millions? Damn. Makes this little one so insignificant. I’ve gotta find a direction for this one to make it stand out, don’t I?

Anyway..I don’t have much to say. If I think of something, I promise I’ll come back here. But right now, I’m too bummed about having to go on call tomorrow (a public holiday – FREEDOM DAY in South Africa..the date of the first post-apartheid democratic elections), and then on call again on SuNday. Flip. Flap. Flot. Frik. Freak. Flark. FarOut. [insert another lame pg-13 rated swear word here]

Later

S