less than a week left.
not that i’m counting or anything.
okay, i totally am. and it’s not that i don’t love what i’ve been up to. creepy as it may seem, i’m thoroughly enjoying the professional stabbing of people. but, the long days have caught up with me. i’m pretty boring on the weekends, and my personality is ebbing away due to lack of interpersonal interaction. so, my apologies to those who have endured me live(ish) and in person since the beginning of the year. and anyone willing to make a joke about, you know, how is that all different from the usual you?, i’d like to smack you in the tender bits.
do NOT make fun of a woman this close to the edge. especially one with an extensive knowledge of your anatomy, and access to needles and knives.
now, what was i saying? oh, yeah. my psychotic break. seriously. this close to the edge. and, it’s kind of weird, to be so aware of how untethered you feel you’re acting. i have strange reactions to things. more so than usual, i mean. i know it’s a lack of downtime. i know everything’s just peachy, and i’ll feel better once this is all over.
we’re not even going to discuss the crazy-ass dreams i’ve been having. or the fight i got into with one of the security guards at my work. yup – picking a fight with armed personnel. good times.
i am giggling over my schedule for the next handful of weeks. clinicals end march 13th (woot!). i get on a plane march 14th (woot squared!). i come back march 23rd, just in time to brave eugene for henry rollins (woot cubed!). and… i got a summons for jury duty, so that’s on the 25th (i think; i’ll have to double-check that). my new job starts on march 31st (y’all have no idea how giddy that makes me). which is during the day.
since i screwed up the whole concept of woot-to-the-second-power, bypassing it for squared and cubed, that deserves a woot! factorial.
i’m still a dork.
You might wind up on the same jury as my pops… He got teh summinz, too.