There's a lot of interesting news these days, but I have to get it condensed and don't completely trust the motives of the sources. So I won't try and make any informed comments on world events because I'm not informed sufficiently. But I notice that medical interns are now restricted to 80 hours a week and can't work more than twenty-four hours without a ten hour break. Used to work with med interns back at the farm. It's still way too much. But that's the way they break these folks into the real world of bloody people and occasionally bodies. Much like boot camp for the military. This is how bad it can get in real life. You might be the only doctor in town and a gunfight can erupt. You've gotta' be able to suture wounds in your sleep, because a time might come went you won't be able to get any. It also helps that your eyes are glazed and you're hallucinating those strange sleep deprivation dreams. So that's what a stomach looks like. Far out man...

Ah the missing saxes and trombones from Connecticut. Now I'm puzzled. I got a duplicate order shipped out and it arrived yesterday. They were going to take care of the missing box. Today the missing package shows up - literally dropped at my door by who knows who, and there's no history on the package that it ever went anywhere but here. But two weeks since it was sent. Oh well. Somebody is really screwed up. This box wasn't in CT, but lord knows where it's been hanging out. So whose shipping label is really on the Connecticut box? Where did this one go? It's bruised. It was in motion, not sitting in a depot. It'll take two months to sort this out. I'll need everything in the second shipment a month from now. So I called the supplier and told 'em I'd just keep it so just run my card through again and we'll save months of hassle trying to return it and sort out the credits and figure out what the hell happened to it.