Impeding Doom!!! Prostination. Word Vomit.

I am sitting here and writing this as torpedos in the form of deadlines are inbound in all directions. Praying not that missiles will miss their inevitable mark but rather preparing for damage control when they do. Over the horizon looms an intellectual warfare about the intricate physiology of renal, gastrointestinal and hormones that regulate our complicated yet sophisticated bodies. Following that devastation comes the calvary of medical school secondary applications that hold the balance between impossibile dreams and reality. If that was not enough, all bad things comes in three, and this situation is no contrary to that curse. With what little energy and mental capacity I have left, I will give one last harrowing presentation on the topics of positive inotropic medication that ironically after this week, would be useful in bringing back life this poor wrenched procrastinator.