ah, the good life...

vacation time is priceless. i don't think i knew how much i needed some time off until i got it, and now... after about 2 weeks of pure chill... i am sufficiently slackered-up. sure, i still have things to do-- residency apps, final touches on my senior year schedule, studying for step 2, etc.... but who can really care about such trifles when there are summer tv shows to watch, dvds to rent, and summer sales at the malls? .................. i'm mightily fighting off the jangly, panicky nerves that have propelled me so effectively through the year.

went to mario's place in riverside this week, before andy and i went to sevilla for SALSA lessons. the food: passable with flashes of potential (e.g. rich butternut squash ravioli, delicious goat cheese with the purple haze salad). maybe i'm just prejudiced against inland empire food, coming from the land of bay area foodtopia and knowing that i can sample excellent cuisine in pasadena/LA if i wanted to brave hours of traffic... but thus far, i have to say, i just haven't been so impressed by anything i've tried out here in the way of gourmand-fare. sigh...

anyway, the dancing... oh the dancing. despite my unsteadiness on heels, and my tendency to lead my partner... AND my wont to approach the routines like a drill sergeant... twas quite lovely. a great way to spend an hour an a half on a tuesday night. who can resist free salsa lessons?!

baby evan's first day at church, post-surgery... his eyes are too big for his face right now ;) but i'm sure he'll grow into them in no time

that's not right

was cramming with my psych review book tonight, and ran across a paragraph that read something like this... "patients with phobias often suffer from major social disabilities (e.g. failure to marry)"
...............................

failure to marry?! wtf???

in other news, a new sign of my old age... the delirium of sleep deprivation kicking in at the ludicrous hour of 11pm. but, as always on the nights before exams, my handy-dandy panic/survival instinct kicks in to completely overwhelm my body's desperate cries for sleep with a mental slap upside the head.

there's nothing a denny's run can't cure.

random thought of the week: north korea is obviously suffering from multiple psychiatric disorders... here's my attempt at a diagnosis.
Axis I: Bipolar d/o (disorder), type 1- most recent episode, manic (as evidenced by grandiosity, risk-taking, psychotic/aggressive behavior)
Axis II: Paranoid personality d/o, Antisocial personality d/o, Narcissistic personality d/o... ah hell, I'm throwing all the personality issues at it
Axis III: starvation
Axis IV: social/global isolation, low socioeconomic status, belligerent and crazy dictator
Axis V: 20