maybe i ought to update this blog every once in awhile, eh?

But, I have been far too busy for such things. What have I been doing? I think a list is appropriate here:

-writing, editing, crying about my master's project. goes something like this

A multivariate linear regression model was constructed to examine the partial effect of several variables on the percentage of cesarean births. These variables were selected based on a review of prior studies and the availability of Massachusetts data. The hospital percentage of cesarean births, rather than the crude frequency, is used in order to account for the differences in hospital size and volume of births. The total percentage of cesareans, rather than disaggregating by primary or repeat, is used as the dependent variable in order to capture the effects of variables on the total rate of cesareans in the state. The first two, percentage of certified nurse midwife births and percentage of women receiving adequate prenatal care, were selected to determine how greater utilization of these two aspects of maternity care could affect the total cesarean rate. The percentage of certified nurse-midwives births is used to account for hospital volume in the same way and was regressed on the cesarean rate in order to determine whether or not CNMs lowered the cesarean rate as consistent with previous studies.

-worrying about getting TA job for fall

-running into girls i have unsuccessfully dated at the public library

-minicb hangs with drag queens. the look on his face is exactly the same as when he met mickey mouse at disney world

-i get into an argument with my huzband and bestest friend about the gender pay gap. he bikes home from my house at midnight, falls off his bike and sustains a head injury. i bike to health services in the morning, and hop in his car to follow the ambulance. i hold his hand while he lies in the hospital bed. the nurse asks him if i am his girlfriend. he says, "i wish." i take him home to recover at my house. he does the dishes until he gets too dizzy; we snuggle at night. he hears me jill off with the shower head in the morning, cut my toenails in bed and pee with the bathroom door open. i say, these are my weird habits: enjoy them

-sometimes the emotions are too much for me to handle

-my new drug to make me not so crazy allegedly stimulates the pleasure centers in the brain. they aren't kidding. hot damn. if i don't get a gf soon i will have to go off this shit.

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