Last goddamned day of this wretched year.

Can't wait for it to be over...

Man, it's going to be a long day in clinic.

Somebody started a fire on the clinic doorstep. I respect the need to stay warm right now, but burning down the clinic is a rather radical approach.

Someone else had a meltdown when told that she had to use the approved detergent in the washing machine, instead of the brand she brought with her.

My MA Supervisor is late, and I don't know where our receptionist is.

I'd be looking for a window to jump out of, except that we're on the ground floor...

Christmas Night Vodka Buzz.

Things are slowing down in the Lounge. Anybody else blissing?

Friday Night Indica Buzz. Ask me anything.

I love you all...

Is someone keeping track of when we hit 270 Electoral College votes?

If so, thank you.

Joseph Epstein, this one's for you:

Any night owls up?

Skating on some lovely artisanal bourbon...

Buzzing, but not sloshed...

I love you all...

Friday Night Vodka Buzz. Ask me anything.

Byzantine Liturgical Music is like Gregorian chants on steroids.

It's like: "We can sing to God, or we can fuck your shit up. Your choice..."