In your face, national registry!

Well, that's all I have to say really.
I must have gotten the pre-test superstition ritual right this time (and it's the 13th). Now I know I have to drive clockwise around campus three times while thinking hard about what I want, and magically, a door will open filled with IO stopcocks, IV bags, a lifepack 12, trauma dressings, retractable needles, and everything else I could possible need to pass the test. Wait. I'm getting mixed up with harry potter. Either way, it's over!
So, can I burn my registry sheets now? Yeah, I'll make s'mores, yum!

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Anonymous said…
Good on you!!!!!!!!!!!

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