I agreed to let a second-year medical student from Mizzou consult with me before the doctor came in yesterday. I am a big believer in the education of future generations, and I think this guy has a very bright future. He asked me like 100 questions. Among them, he asked if I lived alone and if I had any friends. I told him that I'm not exactly Eleanor Rigby.
He didn't get it.
I also told him that I am not in favor of lobotomies, that I don't want to end up like R.P. McMurphy.
And I might have brought up Woody Allen at one point, too, but that was probably a mistake.
Should have gone with Larry David.
P.S. As far as the meds go, I will quote the punch line to my brother's favorite joke: "That dog will BITE you!!"
P.P.S. In a fairly recent game of Trivial Pursuit, some of the contestants were complaining that the questions were about things that happened before they were born. My response was: World War II happened before you were born, god damnit! It's not an excuse.
P.P.P.S. Just dance.
P.P.P.P.S. Cherry, cherry boom boom.
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