Showing posts with label stuff that sucks at my will to live. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stuff that sucks at my will to live. Show all posts

15 September 2008

I R Mush

Just finished grading essay questions on 294 Human Physiology exams. Trying to distinguish whether "aritiriol filibration" is an attempt at the actual answer, "atrial fibrillation" or something arterial in nature (and therefore not at all the right answer) will turn ones brain to mush. Guaranteed.

I think I need a drink. Scratch that. I deserve a drink. AND chocolate.