I'm currently rewriting the lyrics to Gilbert and Sullivan's "Modern Major General" so that it's all about veterinary dentistry. And given that I need to have this done by tomorrow morning (so I can make an ass of myself in front of the class), I don't really care that biopsy and mandibulectomy don't exactly rhyme. I think the creative part of my brain has atrophied in the past few years.
Small animal block has been fun... I did pretty much nothing for weeks on end. And now everything's due, all at once. I work well under pressure, right?
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