7:00am~ alarm goes off again. I turn it off again. I go back to sleep.
8:00am~ I wake up, this time in tears, due to a vivid and heart-wrenching dream. Does this only happen to me? I think my morning/dozing dreams are the most potent, and I often wake myself up because I'm crying. Rarely can I remember what was so sad, which is probably a good thing. Tell me I'm not the only one, please.
8:30am~ in the middle of my morning walk/run I realize that the song "Survivor" by Destiny's Child is the only reason I'm still putting one foot in front of the other. That and the horror of swimsuit season, approaching with terrifying speed.
10:45am~ in class, wondering why I'm listening to my professor read powerpoint slides instead of studying for boards. Oh yeah, it's that pesky conscience's fault. Blerg.
12:04pm~ sitting in front of the heater at home, eating lunch, and watching a video clip of Apolo Ohno's interview at the local Chicago news station from that morning. I notice that his voice is much lower than usual, he sounds congested, and he looks tired. I consider tweeting my "professional" recommendation (Vitamin C, Echinacea, and Monolaurin) for that imminent head-cold, but then I remember that I deleted my twitter account... and more importantly WHY I deleted it.
2:21pm~ more class. More droning by my professor. More facebook stalking.
4:00pm~ free at last, I zip over to Trader Joe's for some groceries. I once again resist the urge to purchase a bouquet of flowers. Putting them right by the entrance of the store like that should be illegal.
4:18pm~ I have already consumed half a bag of trail mix by the time I reach home.
5:00pm~ I find that dinner is scheduled for 6:30, which makes me happy because I can now justify my previous snack attack. My life is full of delusions.
6:30pm~ Just me and a bowl of "dinner concoction" in my room (all I know is it involved orzo, broccoli, canned toamatos, and ground beef). Highlighter, board exam review notes, and panic.
8:23pm~ I emerge from my hermit-cave of a bedroom, staggering and bleary eyed, to fill up my mug of tea. I wonder what the rest of the world has been doing for the past three hours before deciding it doesn't really matter. There is no world. There is only my desk and my book. And my highlighters.
9:56pm~ In my frenzy to review for boards, I have neglected my assignment that's due for tomorrow afternoon's class. This realization is accompanied by a physical jolt of adrenaline, which causes my teeth to clench, my heart to jump, and my traps to knot up into little angry trigger points. Don't you just hate that feeling? It's almost like being pinched, or like getting an electric shock, or being ambushed by your little brother who is hiding in a dark closet. I know this well, believe me.
10:12pm~ I fold up the laundry I'd forgotten in the dryer, contemplating what it would be like to have a maid, or a personal assistant, or both. I determine that my clothes would be a lot less wrinkly and I would never run out of shampoo again. After this thought, I remember that I'm too much of a control freak to make proper use of a personal assistant and instead decide to hire a chauffeur instead. When I'm rich and famous, that is. What would you rather have? Any other ideas? I know you've thought about it. Don't be shy.
11:17pm~ In my bed, wearing my pj's and glasses, I wrap up this blog post with an interesting, if not surprisingly pertinent quote:
"The unexamined life is not worth living" - Socrates
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