Anson signed Myung up for an eHarmony account. He showed me his profile, which had a handful of messages from interested women. Unfortunately, he couldn't respond to them because that required paying for the privilege, and that wasn't happening. Yet.

After small group on Sunday, Julie mentioned setting me up with someone from her old church in Virginia.

Me: Is she cute?

She: Oh yeah. Leonard, you've met her before.

Me: Is she cute?

He: ...She's ok.

So that was the end of that.

I've been feeling pretty uninspired recently. There's no exam to worry about, nothing particularly interesting going on otherwise. I think my ennui is coloring my work, my writing, and life in general. Some focus would be good.

I just got an email from Dan, who is headed to Zambia for a month as his residency elective. He sent his support letter to our old East Timor group, most of whom I haven't talked to in years. I vaguely remember a sense of inspiration back then.

Lent started about an hour ago. The last time I gave anything up for Lent was back in college, although I can't seem to remember what it was. (For Lent the year after, I sarcastically gave up hope, but I don't think I'm going to count that) Maybe this would be a good time to abstain from certain things. Some things are worth the cost.

As an aside, Grace (Grotch? Grum? Grattimom?), I have every intention of taking you up on your offer. I am looking forward to farm animals, swing sets, sudden bursts of song and/or dance, and ok, I don't know anything about Connecticut. Anyway, please prepare Atticus accordingly. And if he asks, yes, I am exceedingly cute.

I've been sick for a little over two weeks now, and I've had delirious dreams of lost loves. I wonder where they are now, and if they ever think of me. Maybe they do in their own delirium.

When I'm sick, I tend to stop caring about things and only focus on when I can next pop my DayQuil, so my first two weeks of this private hospital rotation have consisted of me wandering the hallways in a drug-induced haze. And when I come home, I no longer have to worry about studying, so I fall asleep on the couch to whichever college basketball game is on that night.

The one thing that I am looking forward to now is my vacation time in a little over a month. I'd like to spend at least some of it traveling somewhere, getting away. Maybe I could visit one of my friends. Friends, what say you?

The ABSITE is over and I just have to hope that 30% of those taking the test did just a bit worse than I did. It's a low bar, I know, but that's how I roll.

The good thing is that now I don't feel compelled to study during my limited free time. On Sunday, I went to a Super Bowl party at Paul and Seung's place, you know, like a normal person.

There was a lot of food, a few babies, and a bunch of dogs. Arturo and I decided to bring Che, Christine, and Youngjoo, even though their response was something like, "A super... bowl?" They sat in the den and worked on homework/wasted time during the entire game.

Leonard, Will/Maria, and Joey all brought their dogs, so it was something of a zoo. They were all pretty rowdy, but Joey's bulldog was the only one tied up in the corner. Che kept saying that it was only because it was ugly, which was probably true since every time people walked into the den and saw it, they would inevitably mention how ugly it was. I mean, one of Will/Maria's dogs pooped all over the foyer and it was still free to run around afterwards.

I told Che that the bulldog may be beautiful on the inside. She said that it was constantly squealing, begging for any attention, basically desperate and needy. Well, then. By the end of the night, they'd moved it to the garage, and we could occasionally hear a whimper through the door, which we ignored without much trouble. Tragically ugly.

Before the party, we were killing time and Che decided to draw a picture of the book that she is reading for school. Here are Desdemona, Othello, and Iago. Tragically adorable.