7 am. Raining. Woke up alone and tired. Had stayed up late the night before doing background research so that I wouldn't be swallowed by the ocean of neuroanatomy that we're supposedly born knowing. Laid in bed listening to the radio and the rain.
7:20am. Finally got up. Let the bunnies loose and gave them their papaya chips. Brushed teeth.
7:25 am. Made english muffin with fake peanut butter. Looked at the dishes on the counter and decided that I'd wash them later.
7:30 am. Hoping rain will stop so I can walk to school
7:40 am. It rains harder. Call Scarlet and ask for a ride.
8:00 am. Discover that Hoyle has peed on my pillow. He thinks this is marvelously amusing and shakes his ears at me while skipping away. I decide I'm going to eat him for dinner.
8:20 am. Desperately washing urine-soaked duvet in bathtub before Scarlet arrives. Duvet cover and sheets are already in the washing machine. Grab raincoat and laptop and run out the door.
8:30-10:30 am. More hopelessly overwhelming neuro lectures. Had a lukewarm orange pekoe tea.
10:30 am. Talk with Scarlet about how ridiculously stressful school is right now. Discover that the majority of my time sensitive errands cannot be accomplished without a car. Person in front of me at the bank machine manages to break it, thereby eliminating further errand opportunities. I walk home in the rain.
11:00 am. Standing under a tree trying to keep the laptop dry while it pours even harder outside. Reminisce about walking home from the grocery store in the North Land to our old apartment and smile.
11:15 am. Clouds are quickly blown away and I get to walk the last 35 feet home in vibrant, warm, and relatively dry sunlight.
11:20-2:00 pm. Do 3 loads of laundry, vacuum, clean oil stains out of carpet and off coffee table, wash dishes, make lunch, sterilize water purifier for winter storage, put away camping equipment, dance around living room to old mix tape by Melon, call insurance about the new car, think about how wonderful the weekend was (ostrich, cheese, and chocolate fondu and Penguin). Try not to think about all the work that needs to be accomplished this afternoon.
2:00 pm. Settle down in front of laptop to resume studying. Day is improving: looking forward to going to gym tonight to watch HIMYM, looking forward to getting done this neuro homework, looking forward to possibility of getting a car by the end of the week.... and looking forward to Thanksgiving in only 2 weeks.
Our C/S class was early this morning (8-10am), which left me the entirety of my Wednesday to get work done. And, believe you me, there was certainly plenty of work that demanded attention.
So, after a brief get-soaked-to-the-skin-because-of-a-freak-5-min-rainfall sojourn to the bank, I made myself a Chai latte and sat down to work. and work. and werk. and werkwerkwerkwerk.
In the end, this picture pretty much captures my day. And yes - maybe finding this picture indicates a teeny bit of procrastination but I think that I'm entitled to some sanity-saving moments every now and then. Aren't I?
Yeah, I know. I should be studying. But, I took a quick break and found these few unique design elements after some random web searching. Sorry, I can't remember which websites I pulled each of these from... the artists certainly deserve the credit.
Highlights from the latest Scrub-In (medical student magazine) "LOL Texts ;-)" box:
- "Hey, this very intoxicated girl just came into the ER puking. I'm pretty sure she had a salad for dinner but I don't think she remembered that since she kept yelling at her friends, 'WHY DID YOU LET ME EAT TREE LEAVES?'"
- "A random man in the hospital just asked me out. He looks a cross between the four horsemen of the apocalypse and a cat. I'm highly uncomfortable..."
You know how vineyards have those bird cannons that intermittently fire to keep the feathered ones from eating the crops? Well, I think I need one for my living room. It could be set to go off at odd intervals, with a sufficient variety of sounds, that it would randomly startle the rabbits and thereby prevent them from chewing all my stuff. That way, I might actually be able to get some work done without having to throw myself between my furniture, rug, and walls and their sharp little teeth every 5 seconds.