Janel's Place

Here comes Monday. I'm in no mood to blog, I wonder what else I can do with this. I can tell you that Max is curled up on my bed next to my anatomy book, pretending to sleep until I get busy enough to ignore him licking his little armpit lickoma. My anatomy book is sitting on top of my physiology notebook, which is sitting on top of an askew stack of cranial nerve worksheets. Ventral to that pile is the blessed Merck manual, open to a lovely description of organophospate toxicity minus a description of normal acetylcholinesterase levels in the blood. Gotta poke around online beyond normal limits of patience before that can be found. To the right of Merck is my whopper Medical Physiology book. Not useful in today's projects. Over on the chair is my anatomy notebook, flipped through long enough to tag all of the sections tested this Thursday and be slightly astounded at how many there were. Over on my desk is a small animal practice book, open to a painfully brief description of organophosphate intoxication. Behind that is my neuroanatomy book... AHH! T.M.I. I did all of my laundry, I cleaned the chicken coop and rabbit cage, I watched the Rockies lose. I went for a short jaunt in the sun on my trusty steed who needs her front shoes back on I think, and I found the dorsal ganglia of X. I gave God about 4 min of thought and wished I had given Him more, as none of this really matters relative to that. Tomorrow is a new shot at a Monday, a new chance to let God have my numerous concerns as I keep coming to the conclusion that nobody is under my control but myself. SUCKS! Or maybe that's a good thing. Humans are indeed a violent species, and violent thoughts must not be neglected in the assessment...
...for when we build a case against someone, we commit an act of violence. Walk away from it, don't think about it, preoccupy yourself... no matter. It is hate in its little cloak of justification, and if you don't look directly at it it doesn't really seem to be there. Be wary of the day it no longer even appears to be out of place.