My alarm clock is going off in 7 hours. Decisions. Decisions. At one point this morning (during a somewhat painful lecture) all I could think about was crawling into bed. Which, was a bad idea because I was fighting falling asleep. It's like when you have to pee really bad and you keep thinking of running water, or how good it will feel to finally pee!
Oh, so my decision. I came home from clinic and then had a great chat with a dear friend who is in London, and soon moving to Edinburgh to take up a post in an emergency medicine training program. Then I proceeded to piss away most of the evening thinking about all the things I have to do, and how little time I seem to have right now to get things done. While I was grabbing a box to pack, I decided I needed coffee, which made me think I should go visit a friend of mine who works at Starbucks, and since I was leaving the house, decided I would go to the gym as well.
So, what I've really been doing is procrastinating. "No shit Sherlock!" I heard you think it. But, the real question is why. Well, because in my passive-aggressive nature with the bastards who live next door, I have decided that I will stay up late to finish packing, and getting my desk and tables taken apart, playing some music, and no doubtedly making noise. Pathetic, I know.
The only foolish part of this plan... I'm on call tomorrow night. Oye!
I'm going to rethink this while I make my lunch for tomorrow.. I hope that in the grownup tells the rebellious teenage to go to bed..
PS-this is my last night in the apartment.
The phone number 413-592-.... is history as if March 1.
Cheers,
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