We have a nursing museum on the fourth floor of the College of Nursing, complete with old uniforms, photos, a couple letters written by Florence Nightingale, and trashy nurse romance novels. The place is creepy and awesome.

Ugh, I did so well on this blog for a good amount of time. Then I got busy, and got bored with it, and my life was kind of weird for a while, and keeping up on this was the last thing I felt like doing. But it would be shameful for me not to bring closure to something that I had promised myself I would finish. So here is the abruptly constructed, somewhat disappointing and anticlimactic third act and denouement of the last 16 months of my life.


Unrelated to anything, we decided to be Three Men and a Baby for Halloween 1998. This picture was recently sent to me, and it seemed a shame not to share it.

The graffitist added more credentials.

Probably the best book cover I've ever seen, although most people would consider a lightning bug about to devour their eardrum a major emergency.

We took a class picture today to be hung on the wall of the College of Nursing. I was asked my opinion about which of the ten photos should be selected, and while the one with Joanna grabbing Katy's boob was hilarious, I didn't think it appropriate for posterity.

We tested the slipperiness of a banana peel during lunch. Some slippage, but definitely not enough for a serious pratfall.

I found this Mini-Breast in a College of Nursing closet. It has little lumps in it to teach people how to give themselves breast examinations. This picture doesn't give much scale; it is about the size of an Oreo.

We have a graffitist in the ER who likes to mess with the flyers in the employee bathrooms.

Even though I stopped watching ER after Mark Green died, I felt I owed it to the show to tune in for the finale. Now that I know a thing or two, I have to say that the medical language they use is pretty accurate.

These wooden flowers totally faked me out today. The false lily and bird of paradise led me to believe that Spring was really here.

After a grueling twelve hour shift, I stopped by Arnie and Sarah's new place to find everyone playing Mall Madness. What a dumb game.

Mike Pitts at the Capitol. He has given me a lot of shit recently about not updating my blog. Maybe this will shut him up.