Billions of Blue Blistering Barnacles!!
Tintin is 75 years old, and you'd never think to look at him! Pass the whiskey....
(Let's just hope that Spielberg's proposed films do Herge justice.)

The reason I don't remember most of my adolescence.

Weird dream.

My friend and I drive to NYC, but accidentaly end up in San Francisco. We are in a house that has winding hallways and many many doors that all seem to lead to different levels and lobbies. I occasionally run into either familiar kids or family members from India. Many of the levels have clothes racks and very fashionable college-age girls running about. Some of the levels are hosting an Indian wedding and yoga classes. Finally, trying to locate my friend, I get into a small antique-looking elevator with a giant man. As we are in the elevator, it begins to shrink. I think that I am going to die in this shrinking elevator, suffocating in the flesh of this wrestler-size person. But then the elevator becomes like a suit stuck to my skin and I pop my head out the top and emerge. Kind of like being born. I suddenly realize that I am not in NYC, but SF, and I need to be back in Boston in 5 hours. I have no money, and I ask someone if there are any buses, and he says, "Nah, you can't get anywhere from here."

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Yesterday I realized that soon I won't be in class anymore. This summer I will kind of stop going to class all the time, and I have to start spending all my time in hospitals. Actually, by the end of next month we will start being in hospitals for one or two full days each week. When I express anxiety/shock over this to my friends, they say, "Yes, dear, you are in MED SCHOOL. Doctors work in hospitals." But the fact of the matter is that since I was 5 years old I have been in some kind of regular classroom schedule with lots of people who are all the same age and exams and pretty short days. Suddenly, being in an adult workplace seems really frightening. Like being stuck in a shrinking elevator with a giant, perhaps.