I've drawn so many semicircular canals lately

they're coming out my ears.

ahahaha.
A little anatomy humor.
Never mind.

So you know how a few weeks back I told you about my new office? Right. I don't have that anymore. Last Friday, with a whopping five minutes notice, I was moved--nay, shoehorned--back into my old, shared office. I am a relatively neat person (you know, just in general, but like in the organized way, too). While I can handle messes for a period of time, eventually I'm compelled to go on an organizing frenzy until my world is back in pleasant, ocd-around-the-edges order. My boss (who I once again share an office with) is very, very not neat (in the organized way - he's a great person, though). It's like, you know how at the end of the day, you throw your jacket over a chair? Well, on his side of the office, instead of a jacket, it's a pile of garbage (or papers). And instead of a chair, it's a pile of garbage (or textbooks). And instead of the end of the day, it's the end of time, and garbage (or piles of random crap) is all that has survived.

Also, I did some illustrations for one of the nurse educators and she stopped by yesterday to take a look at what I'd come up with. She took one look at them and spouted "wow, those look fantastic! Where'd you get those?" She was serious. I replied, slightly bewildered, "w...wh...I drew them." She looked at me, looked back at the illustrations, and said all surprised-like "Well! I guess you're not just another pretty face." No, no, but I am. I wasn't hired on as an illustrator at one of the world's premiere neurological institutes because of my academic and artistic skills. Nooo. They got lost in my eyes and thought "ah, what the hell. Why not?"