el thesis finito!

Yeah, I know, another picture of the bird of prey, but you must admit, it's better than pictures of yours truly.

Last thursday i was able to pluck off the segment of my life called "the thesis" like so much tape worm. The relief I feel is equivalent to such. It was approved 3-0, that's a shutout victory for el thesis. Looks like I may be headed to SLC after all, unless the book bindery or some such thing throws another surprise or two in my way.

So you can find us in Midvale starting in August. Everyone, come down, have a steak, sleep on my couch.

What a relief, now I start 7-10 more years of school and training... and I'm celebrating?!?!

The bird of prey is excited that we will be able to afford to feed her in about a decade, just look at the excitement on her face.

I will be cutting up dead bodies in the basement next month

Is this the sort of tagline that can get you under constant FBI surveillance?

This blog should become significantly more interesting after I am able to ditch this land of benzodiazepines and cephalosporins, move all the long way to SLC, and begin my life of extreme debt. There should be many gorey (sp?) stories. Some crazy patient interaction, maybe some tales from the free medical clinic for the homeless. I'm not as talented as Guiseppi with my creativity. I need material to work with, and right now all I have is "Pharmacy tech, Brian", four dozen times daily, and stories of how the Bird of Prey rolled over the other day. This is actually pretty exciting, in a way that only a parent, because of intimate relation to said bambino, or because said bambino has stripped life of any other form of excitement.

So I wait until experiences allow me to attempt to entertain the blog audience. Presently this blog has pleasantly surprised me in its power to reconnect me to some of my good friends of the past. Oh the times we had....bread with green frosting......Bella making me ever so nervous by nibbling with razor teeth on my ear, followed by innocent, yet incessant, licking of the same. Little things that remind me of good people.

Thank you all for commenting. Time creates curious ironies. Clemato working at the Republican white house??? I saw Farenheit 911 with him in London, staying at an apartment in the muslim district with two brazilian brothers who were generous enough to let us risk our lives with the WOP 309 psycho elevator.

My next post might have a point....or a theme....no promises