Its a 16 hour drive to Sanibel, so needless to say Thursday and Friday were long and excruciating in the driving sense. We got to Sanibel, got the keys, unpacked, and went to sleep on Friday night: exciting, yes? On Saturday, me and my brother hit the tennis courts. Then we played tennis on them . I always lose, inevitably, but the games were good. Not all the sets were close, but some were, and that's all I really ask for.

Beaching is another very high priority at the beach. No pooling for us, no sir/mam. Only beach. The water there's generally clean, though the beach itself usually has a lot of dead thing debris, including seaweed, sponges, and mysterious oyster/mussel shells. The waves were pretty small, though the current on some days was pretty insane. Also, I should mention Thursday on a boat. We always get a boat, we always go out and fish, and we always go to Cabbage Key where we eat lunch. We did it this time too, glory of glories. As usual, it was a ton of fun and very relaxing. I managed to catch two spotted sea trout, about 15 in. long each. Of course, we threw them back - we cooked a caught fish once, but we're no good at cleaning (and by we I mean my dad, I wouldn't go near the thing with a knife. Bad fisherman am I.) so meat was scarce, though what little there was tasted very good.

It did rain some of the days - well, most of the days. It rained on Saturday afternoon, all of Sunday, all of Monday, and Tuesday morning. During these times we watched Wimbledon (where I currently root for Agassi and Roddick) and I practiced my drawing, which I'll upload and toss a link for soon. Or at least sooner than I will the E3 stuff. I've continued with "On Points" though I've come up with my own script for the part I started at the beach. I did finish the other two though, along with two random drawings I just felt like making. Of course, they all have their problems, but I'm generally pleased with myself. Hopefully I'll get that general sentiment from others too. This brings me to mention the goatee pics, which I don't think anyone voted on here. I was disappointed, come on fellas.

The nights were interesting in Sanibel. To begin with, I have very delicious blood. Mosquitos and any other blood sucking flying insect will do anything for a sip of my sweet sweet nectar. Last count, I had 16 bug bites on my left leg below the knee. I think that's excessive, personally. Also at night, I had some trouble sleeping due to two factors (well, three really): 1) My grandmother snores and I had to sleep in the same room. 2)The covers provided either chilly or really hot temperatures 3) It took me a long time to get back to sleep whenever I woke up.
Needless to say, it was very harsh for me, though I did manage to mull things over for a long time. Not that it did any good for my situation, but at least I wasn't laying awake without thinking. What a waste that'd be!

Final day of the trip, today, Friday, was much like the first two days, only longer. We did the 16 hours in one go, though since we had four drivers it didn't take too much driving umph, just a lot of patience. Good practice for the MCATs I guess. Heheheh.

One last thing - weird soccer story. Its the Nationals cup, soccer, and Colombia won their first match-up. Then, up against Cameroon, at 70 minutes one of Cameroon's players keeled over dead. Just, dead. Although I would've thought Cameroon's players would've been thoroughly freaked out and lost the game, Colombia's players took the event much harder. Cameroon ended up getting the goal in the last couple of minutes, knocking out Colombia from the running. How weird is that? Anyone who argues that soccer isn't the most demanding sport had better be able to tell me when a player in football has keeled over dead not because of being pummeled by another player. Yeah, I challenge you!

I guess that's it for now. Send me some e-mail love, yeah?

"So he got up from the bed, walked to the bathroom and shat in the trashcan!"

"Anaesthesiologists are like a pair of balls. No matter what you do, they're always on the outside."

And now a story: A band of musicians came to play for a very rich and powerful king. That night they played very well and pleased the king. He said to his advisors, "These musicians have pleased me. As a reward, fill their instruments with as much gold as you can and give it to them." The drummer, guitarist, and almost all the musicians were very happy. However, the flute player could only fit one gold coin in his flute. Compared to the others, his reward was terrible.
The next year, the musicians came back to play for the king. This time, they did not play well and the king was displeased. He said to his advisor, "These musicians have displeased me. As punishment, any instrument that will fit, shall be shoved up the musician's ass." For some, this was not possible. A drum, a guitar, and in fact most instruments would not fit up an ass. However, the flute would fit, and thus the flute player was punished while the others were not.

An anaesthesiologist is like a flute player. When everything goes well, the surgeons get all the credit, and the anaesthesiologist is forgotten. When everything goes wrong, the anaesthesiologist is always the one that is punished the most severely.

Before you ask, yes, he does seem to have a problem with anaesthesiologists, but in his defense these stories were told to him BY an anaesthesiologist. So I think he just has a weird sense of humor. You have to understand in the story, though, that he's this short Indian with a beard. He might as well be a wise-man, and his accent certainly propagates that idea further. I was expecting a story of wisdom of some sort. Instead I got one about instruments and anal devastation. It was quite the shock.

As a final comment, I'm going to Sanibel Island in Florida on Thursday. Its an 18 hour drive, give or take, so I need many books. If you have any recommendations feel free to e-mail me. I'll return in a week or so, and I swear I'll finish the E3 section then. Promise.