It's not rainbows and pussycats

But it's definately an improvement from the last post. I've spent the past three weeks away from home and now my summer is winding to a close. My first week was spent at the beautiful LSU campus in Baton Rouge, LA. The conference was boring, but the nightlife was fabulous. A lovely town overall especially when compared to the hell-hole that N.O. has become. We took a short day trip to the french quarter in New Orleans and got outta town before dark. When you're in that small area of town things don't seem so bad but the rest of the city is a ghost town.

That Sunday was spent driving from Baton Rouge to College Station and after a two hour layover at home it was back into the car for the ride to San Antonio for the next conference. The speakers were interesting, and our extremely expensive hotel was located right on the riverwalk. I learned how not to pin a broken bone (thankfully on a bird that was already dead.) Apparently shoving a 12-gauge sharp metal object into your patient's abdominal cavity is frowned upon.

I spent the next week driving back and forth from College Station to Houston while my friend from Chicago was down visiting. I'm finally home for good. Queso is starting to get a little neurotic with all this traveling poor guy. And his bladder infection has reappeared probably due to all the stress. The last round of antibiotics almost killed him, so I think I'm gonna try shoving cranberry extract pills down his throat for awhile and see if that helps.

School starts on Monday and I'm tentatively looking forward to classes. I'm worried that I'll go down in a blazing tailspin of failure as usual. My goals for this fall are to work harder, get better grades, apply for some internships for next summer, and exercise more.

Now that I've escaped the black pit of despair that is PMS, I'm feeling hopeful and positive. Let's hope this lasts awhile.