hamburgers

did well on my exam today. i attribute my success to the full breakfast i ate this morning--two eggo waffles, a sausage patty, two strips of bacon, a pork sung sandwich, and a glass of low sodium v8. not the hamburger breakfast that got brett killed in pulp fiction, but still delicious. oh, and my lucky johns hopkins hospital scrubs probably helped too. atul gawande says that doctors--surgeons in particular--aren't very superstitious. i find that hard to believe though. surgeons, after all, are traditionally the jocks of medicine. and athletes are famously superstitious--wade boggs' chicken and reggie miller's pregame buzzer beaters, for example. i'll look into this...