the doctor is an incompetent man: a rambling

so, doctor. i think i have a medical condition.

i'd really like to know why some weeks i can write well and some weeks i can draw well, but there are never any weeks i can do both well.

i also don't know why springtime makes people feel really happy and energetic, or maybe i should say i don't know why spring time makes me feel so damn lethargic and crazy.

no, no, i'm not a hypochondriac.

my legs also hurt sometimes.

no, it's not allergies.

what do you mean you don't know?

so six years of med school did jack shit for you?

thanks.

bye.

my ears are still ringing from all that noise

drumline competition. winter drumline ends next week and i don't know if i'll miss it, jump for joy, or not know what to do with all that free time.

our show is beethoven's sixth. it sounds a little something like this:
doo-ka-doo-KAT daka-uh-dakaka chika-chika-gat,
chang-zhang-chang-ka-dang-RANG
huzz-kacha, huzz-kacha
dookada-dookada-dookada-dookada zhuzhu-KAT
drr-drr-drr-drr-drr-drr-drr-drr
boom-KAT dakadaka boom-KAT
digadigadigadiga boom KAT
dugaduh doga-KAT
da-KAT
KAT
KAT!

[beethoven would be so proud. wouldn't he.]