Finally started exercising…futility.

It’s so easy to lose sight of something you were doing. Heck, I was studying five minutes ago and now I’m hammering this out on the laptop. Focusing can be quite a bitch (That’s what Nikon said HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Okay, I’m sorry).

In any case, I’d have self diagnosed myself with ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperac-look, sparrow!) a long time back if years of medical school training hadn’t already taught me never to self-diagnose. God knows that damn Merck Manual meant being sure I had leukemia one day to saying my farewells because of my advanced ovarian cancer the other.

And I’m a guy.

That damn Merck Manual can make you believe in all sorts of crazy shit.

Like the Bible.

Okay, I’ll see you in hell.

It’s kind of fitting that I intended this blog post to be a rant on how I couldn’t focus and somewhere along the way I’ve ended up taking potshots at the Holy Book of Christianity.

Back to the discussion at hand – this mental nomadicity kind of blows. Yet, it’s all sorts of awesome. Because I can be studying my ass off one minute to writing posts like this another. Of course, this really sucks too. Primarily because my textbooks end up getting the kind of attention Kim Kardashian’s under-boob area does. And anyone who’s told you that the key to success in life isn’t in a textbook lied to you (and is probably very succesful but fuck that shit).

Typically, I’ve lost track of what I was really trying to say here. Which, all in all, makes this a rather pointless waste of space.

Much like KimK herself.

Nonetheless, I must say something terribly profound in my closing so that you don’t feel entirely cheated out of this blog and here it is –

“Focus not on what you t

Guys! Two sparrows are doing it right outside my window! Be right back.