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Author
The author is a paranoid, deranged and cynical misanthrope who records snippets of her life so that she will remember them when she grows old
and withered. The identities of any names or initials on this blog are based on the assumptions of the reader unless otherwise specified, and the author claims no responsibility for them.
Reality
The author somehow got into medical school. Yes, you of the general public, shudder and fear the wrath of an inept doctor.
I wish I could have taken the LA test... Well, I was watching 'Saving Private Ryan', so it's quite a good consolation. Except that it's made me even more depressed after crying my eyes out.
Heard that you all had 'Village Life' by Robert Johnson for poetry. Searched the poem up, and I like it! For reasons unknownst to mortals except Faus and myself... Had better not write it here for fear of being sued.
Shall lengthen this when I am back. Mom's dragging my carcass out. Hmmph!
2:54 PM