In terms of recent events, I went to a Haunted House at a world famous Southern California-based theme park, then a couple days later, I felt compelled to listen to a playlist featuring a recently deceased musician while doing my work in lab. By a couple days later, I meant yesterday. And by recently deceased musician, I meant Michael Jackson. And, if you happened to have forgetten, that is a sweet playlist, especially the older stuff.
Returning home that night, I started flipping through the channels - and by that, I mean "cycling through my favorites so I can avoid turning to Fox News inadvertently" - and all of the sudden I saw "P.Y.T." being covered by the wheelchair dude and the Asian guy on "Glee."
This can only mean one thing: A certain someone's ghost followed me home from the Haunted House. I think he may think that I somehow know how to perform cosmetic surgery on the spiritual level. Or that I have access to ethereal propofol. I hope he runs into the ghost of William Halsted so that he can explain what our different specialties have evolved to do. Well, that, or they can get hooked onto the same crazy ass mind-altering substance they have in the afterlife.
Yea, I went there - and by "there," I'm referring to the late Dr. Halsted's personal demons.
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