Daffnee

Still got laryngitis! And still can't update on the server, which isn't bothering me too much because I have little to say and the action seems to be on the comment boards anyway. This is worse than that M*A*S*H episode when Hawkeye couldn't make sarcastic jokes for a day; Marta's sister is here from Edmonton, and having seven girls in a house screams to have something snarky said about it. I went down to the ER yesterday to get my larynx checked out (Dad's suggestion -- I'm not a hypochondria, just a dutiful Asian daughter), and nearly passed out from the Chinese gut reaction to the hospital; I swear my throat's doing this to me just to make me repent for my erring Artsie ways and to get back on the road to med school. It must be a genetic trait or something, or how else can being surrounded by unattractive people in shapeless clothing inspire me to all those old altruistic dreams I thought I ditched after first-year? It reminded me of Grade 10, when I was volunteering at the hospital, angry at school, and still convinced that I had what it took to change the world. I also thought I could get into Stanford, in which I was also sorely mistaken! Top all that anxiety with a good dose of Miss Congeniality -- I've been waiting my whole life to be transformed, having not quite clued in that Cinderella is a fairy tale and pumpkins are only good for pie -- and it's been a quality, rainy weekend of navel-gazing.