Rebecca Black is now stuck in your head. You’re welcome.

Once again, I find myself up at 2 AM with my 8 AM lab looming on the horizon. Why do I keep doing this to myself? Thursday nights are just tough to focus on. The weekend is so close and yet I have to concentrate on prelab calculations and counseling sessions! (That link has a PDF file with a bear using an inhaler?)

I’ve not heard horror stories from the other labs this week, but I’m still a little freaked out about the ER simulation. We’re not graded on it, but I’d still feel guilty if I choked and a fictional person died. That’s not cool.

I guess I’m just going to try and calm myself knowing that this is the second to last lab I’ll have to attend! Hooray!

Here’s a couple bits of pointless trivia: Typing ‘r’ into the Youtube search bar automatically comes up with “rebecca black friday.” Also I read a goofy post where someone equated the song to JFK’s assassination. Not okay.

So now I leave you with this excellent drawing that Ashley put in my journal.

He can't help it that he's sideways.