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Trying to hold in my laughter at Big Michelle's boyfriend's rendition of "A Team" on YouTube. Oh man, I would link you all to this masterpiece but it would be kind of creepy.

For the last couple of days I have been proactively freaking out about my upcoming gastrointestinal examination examination. That is, an examination of me performing a GIT examination. This is because the whole fucking thing is a hot mess of feeling for things that are, for the most part, unfeelable unless the person has a Fat Dirty Tumour. And also because it involves percussion and I still struggle between remembering that AIR SOUNDS RESONANT AND SOLID SHIT SOUNDS DULL. I literally take three minutes to try and figure out which is which even though it should be instinctual because hollow shit sounds resonant. I'm pretty sure we all learnt this as infants when we ran into walls with air behind them and thought to ourself, "OH MY GOD, THAT SHIT IS RESONANT."

Just a few minutes ago, I sat on the toilet (see, I had just finished urinating) and had a tap tap tap of my abdomen and chest (boobs are such an inconvenience) to listen for my liver and I FOUND THAT BASTARD. I had never actually heard the difference before (as in, I just pretended I was hearing the correct stuff in all the examinations I have done in the past including last year's) and now I can and it is blissful. It's orgasmic. It's like being blissed out on the highest quality things in the world.

J