This headline is just so great, even though the article is pretty sad:

Britney Spears Accuses Her Mom Of Sleeping With Kevin Federline

In other news, a tornado went down my block in New York City, knocking down a tree and a telephone pole, blowing out windows, and ripping shingles off the rooves. roofs? We're not in Kansas anymore.. we are in Kansas? The tornadoes aren't in Kansas?

Today I had to be videotaped while interviewing one of the patients at the pediatrics clinic. The woman who agreed to be filmed had brought her son in regarding a delay in getting potty trained, a follow up of his constipation medication, and a new foul odor coming from his stools. So, if anyone is interested in watching a 20 minute tape of me discussing the frequency, texture, color, odor, and greasiness of someone else's poop, come on over this weekend.

My revelation for the day is that if you haven't looked in a mirror all day, you should really try to avoid going to the bathroom right before you leave work. I finally saw myself in the bathroom mirror and was faced with the fact that I had just tried to give parents of patients serious advice (on camera, no less) with my hair looking like THAT. ...imagine a crazy art teacher you had in high school and then make it bright red. I also had some of my lunch stuck to my butt. Only a little piece.

Every time I say or write "revelation" I say/write "relevation" first instead (not a word). I think it's because I use the word "elevation" much more frequently.

This is a pretty disjointed entry and it's way past my bed time so I'm signing off :)