Pork. Pigs. Mmm.

Hooray for Biology 12! We had the...opportunity?...to dissect fetal pigs this week. Horribly appetizing. The ironic thing was, after spending an entire double block Thursday dissecting this pig (intestines measured out to 3.3 m! Pancreas was crushed! What's a spleen?) I get home and my mom asks me to help with dinner. Fine, if it didn't involve chopping up pork chops.

I spent three hours mutilating pig flesh on Thursday.

Another hour eating it.

That's a sixth of the 24-hour day, a quarter of the day I was actually awake for.

Mmmm.

Jan. 2, 2008.

Well I successfully injured my shoulder. Again. 4th time in 5 or 6 days. I can just see myself in the future...

(read in senile old man voice)

Hey sonny, get me that jar will ya? My shoulder's buggered up again and...what's that? Get me the jar! When I was your age I was a strappin young lad too, ya know, till I took a few too many spills...darn joints never liked me much...eh? What's that? Don't whisper!

Hmm.

So...been thinking. School starts on Monday, and I need to get back into a regular sleep pattern. Bed at 2 and up at 6:30 means...4 and a half hours of sleep.

Not good.

I wish I could stop time.