5am

Oh yes, 0500 hours and it's May. Few people in the Eastern time zone have ushered in the first five hours of May the way I have- in the basement of the Emory library in a portion that was built into a ravine which I now sit on top of. D-Rock is upstairs, so I'll give him credit.

Neuro beckons, but through the delirium I've gained an appreciation for how concise and well assembled Dr. Pettus' lectures are... even if people think Cauda Equina is a bit kooky.

Four May Days and then I'm FREE......

A week from now I ought to be passed out on Nick's floor in Houston- the remnants of New Orleans ethanol being cleared from my blood by my liver frantically, to make room for everything that was layered on top in H-town.

Maybe one of these days I'll have time to catch up on the last 3 episodes of 24.

For now, back to neuro. I really don't have any business doing anything else at 5am on a Monday morning.