Be Your Own Nurse or Doctor, Take Your PICC

I asked the doctor to shoot me

and

he stared back as if I had asked

him to break his hypothetical

oath

for God's sake.

Happy Halloween

From Shakespeare's "The Tempest"

Such Stuff as Dreams Are Made On

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,

As I foretold you, were all spirits, and

Are melted into air, into thin air:

And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,

The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,

The solemn temples, the great globe itself,

Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,

And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,

Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff

As dreams are made on, and our little life

Is rounded with a sleep.

TGIF, Hazel!

No Introductions Are Necessary

Sometimes it's darling to be exhausted