Babe of a day.

Hello.

Not much has been happening except that med school wants me to read read read read... read. And read some more.

I still can't find my North Star... but I have seen glimpses of it yet the city smog constantly blocks it from plain sight. They say lack of passion is fatal... but this is ridiculous. But I think my home girl Alice (from Wonderland) and the rest of the gang can speak for me...

"I'm afraid I can't explain myself, sir. Because I am not myself, you see?"

"You used to be much more... 'muchier.' You've lost your muchness."

"My dear, here we must run as fast as we can, just to stay in place. And if you wish to go anywhere you must run twice as fast as that."