Regulation

I'm still alive.

I've just been kicking my own ass to get the medical school application in. Times a tickin' and I think I've finally finished all of my drafts. I've just sent it to a few special people to proofread, and hopefully they'll get back to me, and I can fire this baby away and truly relax.

Approximately 4,000 words written about myself. Not a novel, maybe a long column. And if any of the schools like me there will be plenty more to write, but that'd be great. That'd be a good problem to have.

Besides that, I've been clubbing, researching, museuming, bar-hopping, reading Tristram Shandy and dancing.

Stories shall be told?