Clean Sheets

I just washed my sheets in an attempt to wash away all of the recent sins committed on them... obviously kidding, my study schedule didn't permit time for sinning of any sort. Anyway, when my sheets came out the dryer, it reminded me of being a little kid watching Saturday morning cartoons and my dad throwing a pile of warm sheets on top of me. There are very few things in this world that make me happier than clean sheets. Someday when I am sickeningly rich, I am going to have my maid clean my 320942395894356 thread count sheets every single day - mark my word.

Doctor, Doctor

I don't generally have anything against doctors. I work at a hospital; I have doctors as bosses and family friends; and a good number of my friends are going to be doctors some day. But there is one thing that really bothers me - the title of "doctor". Inside the hospital walls and within any other sort of professional setting, to a certain extent I understand calling people "Dr. Smith" or "Dr. Jones" etc., even though the the social workers, nurses, accountants, whoever are all called by their first names. But outside of a professional setting, since when is it normal to refer to people by the level of their education?? I doubt I'll ever be able to convince anyone to call me Counselor or Esquire. My brother has an MBA; should I start calling him Master Butler? Or Master Mike? Maybe I'll start refering to my younger teacher brother as Bachelors + 15 Dan. One of my friends used to date this guy with a G.E.D, and I don't think even I could have gotten away with calling him GED Anthony....