Welcome February

Rabbit! Rabbit!
Welcome to February everyone. And by starting off my first post of the month with "rabbit rabbit" I am sure to have good luck. According to my fourth grade teacher, you are supposed to say "rabbit rabbit" as the first thing you utter on the first day of every month and you will have good luck. I try to remember before I get out of bed most months. Nevertheless, some mornings I am unaware altogether that a new month has arrived, and other times, all I can think about is how its morning and I have to pee, or that I am freezing, or that its 6:30 am and that I would really rather not be going to work and instead of uttering "lapin lapin" (haha) I am substituting the childish ritual for cursing. Wow, how I've rambled, but that's what you readers signed up for...please reference the blog description.
Ok, so it is the second month of 2009! I have been living in 811 for over 7 months! Just like I am sure everyone else is saying, except maybe for those economic pundits who wish that time would pass sooner, and that we weren't in the endless toilet bowl spiral of the "recession," I like most rational or maybe irrational folks, am amazed how fast recent or maybe that is very relative, but some recent span of time has passed. In a few short months I will be moving out of my apartment and then starting medical school who knows where. But I really can't keep projecting my future and need to remain in the present! Carpe Diem you fool!

Well, it's Super Bowl Sunday, and like a good Ammmurican, I am going to be sitting in front of my tv watching the great american game. Although many of today's players will end up with some crappy pension, suffering from bad knees and too many concussions (athlete brains). There I go on another rant, thanks neuropsych, trauma department, mommy telling me to wear a helmet, etc., etc.

It should be amussing, although I am not sure who to root for. I think I might actually be pulling for the Cardinals. I'm sure they have about as much chance of winning as George W. Bush has of being elected a member of Mensa; but, I've liked Larry Fitzgerald since his days at Pitt, and I usually pull for the underdog...except for maybe Rogggger Federer (damn Aussie Open). So yeah, I will be watching along with the rest of the couch potato, chip dipping, beer drinking fat ass Americans. I am feeling lots better from my recent soiree with the flu, so I might even crack open a cold one (import, please) myself.

With the close of Sunday, comes another brutal work week. But I am headed up to New York on Friday to celebrate Danielle's Birthday, so that should be ample motivation to work some extra hours and hop on the Chinatown bus early Friday afternoon.

That's all for now kids! I am sure most people are still sleeping, but since I prescribed bed-rest for myself, I managed to sleep 10 hours and wake up at 8am! G is for Glorious I know (that fucking G commercial is in my head). So enjoy your Sunday everyone and remember....in the words of E. Hemingway... Hay que aprovechar el tiempo.