What am I doing here?

How did I manage to develop a case of writer's block before I even began?

I thought about writing about my experiences in medical school, but it tends to be a fairly boring existence. My experiences so far seem to consist of staring at a book for the majority of my waking hours and that can't make for good reading either, can it? Plus, its already been done to some extents. For a thoroughly discouraging and depressing account, check out "Heart Failure - Diary of A Third Year Medical Student" (link). For a more light-hearted account, go watch Scrubs. I also have this fear of turning this into some sort of minaret from which I parcel out thoughts and observations gleaned from my small window into medicine... primarily because it is a really really small window and anyone with a bigger one will know its b.s.