When my family came and visited, I introduced my sister to Doctor Who. She watched the whole first season while she was here and then, I, being the wonderful sister that I am, lent her the second season. She finished it, loved it appropriately and mailed it to me last Tuesday. Priority. It’s now A WEEK LATER and I still don’t have it.

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I’m about to start a search party. With torches and flyers. Who’s with me? My poor DVDs. Luckily, she insured them, but, oh my babies! *sniff* I’m going through withdrawals! I tried to watch my X-Files DVDs last night to make up for the loss, but I’m on the early part of season 4 and the episode was Home, which I have to fastforward anyhow because it’s too disturbing (I’d skip it entirely, but it has some of the best Mulder/Scully snark of the entire season) and it just didn’t make me feel light hearted and schmoopy. And I’m in the mood for some DW schmoopiness. Either that or dance movies. I got a hankering to do a Strictly Ballroom/Shall We Dansu/Shall We Dance (should I add in Havana Nights, Liz?) marathon. I’m not entirely sure what’s wrong with me.

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It’s my last week on the “easy rotations,” my last weekend free for 3 months. I’m looking forward to next month, I’ll be in the medical ICU, but it will be Q4 call and they will be very busy calls and very long hours, so it’ll be back to the grind. I just got an email with the 18 page orientation document. 18 pages of “Thou Shall Not’s” which is just succeeding in making me irate. Nothing like treating a bunch of professional physicians as junior high schools, where we’re threatened with “disciplinary action” if we miss a conference.

Oh and to add to the fun, I’ll be taking Step 3 the day after I finish the rotation. The day after. When I tried to register for it this month, they were completely booked, I even looked as far as Urbana Ill and nothing. So, all of my free time this next month will be spent craming. Even more fun! Oh, and I’m still doing the whole application thing for my license. Yeah, I’m feeling a little overwhelmed.

I’m off to the gym, as my attendance will be sharply decreasing next month. I was doing great, down another pound, until this morning, when I stepped onto the scale and it put me back to my starting weight. The scale has been banished forthwith.

ETA: So as I step out of my house to go to the gym, I catch a flicker of movement. Tiny movement. Of a mouse scampering into the foliage right next to my house. And of course, right next to the sidewalk to my garage. I already battled a huge moth in the shower today (in the shower!!) and lost, so I’ve been a little edgy most of today. So I ran down my sidewalk to my car, having these horribly fantasies that the mice are invading my house–I haven’t seen any evidence of them inside, and I’ve had enough mouse problems in the past that I know what to look for… but, I don’t know how that moth got inside either.

Continuing. I get back from working out, open up my garage door, and there, on my sidewalk, is a huge, dead squirrel. The size of a toy dog. Dead. I don’t know if it got poisoned or missed a limb, but it’s dead. Right outside my garage. I let out a shrink, slammed the door and am now parked out front and sitting on the couch shuddering.

I don’t know what I’m going to do. I can’t touch rodents. I can’t. Live, dead, it doesn’t matter. Irrational, I know, but I’m afraid that they’re going to jump at me. I guess I’m going to have to be girly and see if my next door neighbor can help me out. Either that or one of the church guys. And I think I’m going to have to get a visit from the Orkin man, because I am not having a mouse infestion this winter. Anybody have any experience with a pest controller, as in a price range?

ETA #2 And it’s supposed to down pour tonight. Which means I’ll have soggy squirrel to deal with in the morning. Oh, and my trash is being emptied in the morning, which would be an ideal time to get rid of the thing. If I could just force myself to get rid of it! *cries*