Doing The Skeleton Dance

I will admit, I’ve been quiet. I’ve been juggling a full time school course load while trying to promote The Poor Pirate as much as possible before Halloween and the holiday season, plus crashing from the wedding. It’s been crazy in my house.

Mostly, though, I blame Anatomy and Physiology.

Science class has never interested me. Science is fascinating in its own right, but I have no use for memorizing the different facial muscles – that is, until I had the bright idea of transferring out of my comfort zone (i.e. my English major) and joining the enemy (as in the Holistic Massage Therapy program). There’s a ton of A&P that you need to learn so you don’t hurt people. I totally get why A&P is important to my future, I just wish it wasn’t so BORING. And then there’s the crushing depression.

Yes, depression. Why, you ask? Because my entire childhood is a lie.

This is not, in fact, an accurate portrayal of the skeletel system. Yet, for some reason, when I’m supposed to be learning the names for all 208 bones, this is all I can keep in my head.

Science has reduced my intelligence to “the foot bone’s connected to the leg bone”, which is total fucking bullshit by the way. There is NO ONE foot bone.

Lies. All of childhood is one big lie.

Speaking of, I think I need to go lie down…