Terribly unoriginal

And....we're back! It's been a wild ride these past few months. How best to update the blog? Serial updates? Back-blogging? one gigantic rant? What's a narcissistic megalomaniac to do?

Montage. I got the idea from another blog, but truly, it's perfect. Cue music--something ripe with major chords and a sense of urgency. Screen brightens to the glare of an overhead lamp. Loud noises, a flutter of hands obscuring the view. A shadow emerges into the light. The screen focuses. Me, in scrubs, smiling " Welcome back-you scared us a bit there!" Cut to a hospital corridor, brightly lit. A flash of white coats. A swirl of indistinguishable faces. Zooming out beyond the corridor, floating beyond the hospital. A view of Springfield in the horizon. A blush of clouds. A title in blue fade into view: "Medschool...101." Cut to a hospital ward. More white coats. I'm busy writing in charts, inquiring nurses, putting in orders. An image of a running clock is superimposed onto the screen; It's 6:00 am. The arms of the clock swirls ever faster as the action speed up in the background. The screen fades to black. Voices appear. "Mikey, so we are getting married?" Screen fades back-I'm on a peak overlooking lake Winnipesaukee. Miles of New Hampshire stretches out in all directions. I turn to Mike. He smiles. Our eyes lock. The view diffuses into a wash of greens and blues. The green begins to flash. My pager alarm is blaring. Zoom out. It's 2:00 am. I stumble in the dark, searching for my white coat. Another category 1, male-22 years old, motor-vehicle-collision. Cut to corridor view. I disappear around a corner. Words fade in "...to be continued."