So... two thoughts tonight: I'm definitely going to be a hypochondriac of a doctor, at least until I get used to the idea that I have good hygiene and will NOT catch everything I come into contact with.

And... Neil's getting to be more and more tool-like in my head. Evidence: He is so literal, it's almost scary- what I once thought was a sense of humor is dissipating in the cold January wind; he is one of the co-founders of SigEp- 'nuff said right there; he wants to be a doctor- I am beginning to agree with the radiology guys in their views on people who become doctors- so what does that make me?; his essay reads like something out of a Pod Person journal; he refuses to let me get a word in edgewise- granted, I was being retarded because I was nervous and just spouting off.

Butttt... I think I won't have to worry about it much longer because... his antipathy toward me is ridiculous and alarming. So... I figure he's really just not interested and I'm still going to have to find someone who is intelligent with a witty sense of humor, who is also kind. Christ. What a tough order to dish up.

Funny thing, Carolyn fits the profile of a doctor- maybe I'm not doctor material. Maybe the guys were right- I really am just not the psychological profile of a doctor! What a suckfest.

Oh yeah, and... I took a practice verbal exam and scored an 8. Hawt. *Grimace* This should be frieking awesome.