April 4, 2008
Iíve allowed myself two hours to come up with something magical for the page. Iíve arranged the laptop altar appropriately: divining creativity. I even have my magical amulets: Jack and Coke, cigarettesÖ because Iím serious this time. No, actually, Iím an idiot. Iím going to get face cancer, and Iím going to die with half a jaw. My jaw is going to be resected, and some first-year resident is going to fuck it up because theyíd rather go home and smoke cigarettes and drink Jack and Coke. And so, the cycle continues, and Iím only slightly comforted by the irony.