Maybe this reveals a lack of development, or a perpetual adolescence, but I recently listened to the album which inspired the title of this blog (Neutral Milk Hotel's "In the Aeroplane over the Sea") and was blown away once more by how beautiful it was. I'm now thinking about another tattoo, of an old fashioned early 1920's-1930's-ish airplane (reminiscent of the one that Antoine St Exupery flew), with a sprinkle of ashes drifting from it. Maybe or maybe not with an abbreviated sea beneath. Maybe or maybe not incorporating the words "on to glory." (A nod to my favorite cadaver in my medical school gross anatomy class--he has the words tattooed on his penis.) I'm just not sure where to put it...I love the spot where I put my first one, and am hard-pressed to find another spot which can be easily concealed, will not likely sag with age or stretch with pregnancy (if I do ever spawn), or will not clash with my current one. Hmmm.

Awesome post-call moment: Exhausted, I get into my car, thirsty as hell. I grab the Sprite bottle which had been bouncing around in my overnight bag on the way from my call room to the garage, open it, and proceed to spray myself and the car interior with massive amounts of Sprite. I sit there, dripping, with a dazed look on my face. I had spent the night keeping people with no immune system alive, and yet I'm dumb enough to open an agitated bottle of soda and suffer the consequences. Ha ha?