Tuesday, May 22, 2007
When you'd rather go home just for that 30 minutes before going out, rather than staying in the workplace to wait it out, it just becomes a sad affair. Hah. I really hate those morning 7.15am teachings - they're good, no doubt about it, but they end at 8.15 - which is when rounds start. That brings me to work at 6.30am to start on The List (15 mins on a fast day) and to see those 15 patients or so under my care before the Boss sees them.
Looking forward to that one day in July when I can get myself f*cking drunk in a faraway (not really) hotel and not worry about driving home. I might even tape down some of the things I say.
Shall buy bananas to attract fruit flies soon - I reckon the mantid babies should hatch anytime now.
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Went for dance practice tonight, knowing full well that I'd regret this by the time tomorrow comes. Once again, by the end of 1 hour, I was half-dead. Really miss the old days, when dancing was such a relief. The endorphins. The fun. The funniness. It's still fun now, but very much less so when you're just so tired out.
Rather alarming - I lost 5kg since the start of May, but Yx thinks that it's loss of muscle mass. Sigh. At the point of self-digesting my own proteins.
Wenky
6:06 PM
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