Entry: 01/18/19
Jan. 18th, 2019 01:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twitter_birdDay eighteen.
Huh. That Star Trek episode was pretty good. Too bad it cut into my sleep time.
Not much going on today, my last day of neuro. Very few cases, ran off to a doc's appointment, cut the only frozen on the schedule, and I'm going to cut my last brain in a half hour. And then...maybe...I can run away early. Like, 4pm early. I'd run away earlier, but I'm paranoid.
And then...three day weekend! And party! Definitely excited for that. Not so excited to be back on surgicals, but this is my last 8-week block of them. My final block is just 4 weeks.
I'm feeling pretty antsy, though. I think it's due to the massive amount of nothing going on a work. I plan to exercise tonight (took a break yesterday), write one more page, do some typing, and read a book. Everything else is gravy. Maybe Nate and I will go out to eat.
Overall, life is still really boring. The days are slowly growing longer, though. In just a few weeks, the sun will be up when my alarm goes off in the morning. Finally. I've been having so much trouble dragging myself out of bed.
I keep imagining what my perfect day would look like, and I keep circling back to a sunny day in autumn where I take a long walk, exercise vigorously, and then spend the night reading and writing in a comfy-ass bed. Alone. Bonus points for hot chocolate or tea on my nightstand. Ahh.
Another perfect day would be one where I have a huge reunion with all my friends. But maybe I'll talk about that later.
I think I need to talk Nate into spending a vacation with his family and leaving me at home. Because then we'd both get what we want.
More later, maybe.
Huh. That Star Trek episode was pretty good. Too bad it cut into my sleep time.
Not much going on today, my last day of neuro. Very few cases, ran off to a doc's appointment, cut the only frozen on the schedule, and I'm going to cut my last brain in a half hour. And then...maybe...I can run away early. Like, 4pm early. I'd run away earlier, but I'm paranoid.
And then...three day weekend! And party! Definitely excited for that. Not so excited to be back on surgicals, but this is my last 8-week block of them. My final block is just 4 weeks.
I'm feeling pretty antsy, though. I think it's due to the massive amount of nothing going on a work. I plan to exercise tonight (took a break yesterday), write one more page, do some typing, and read a book. Everything else is gravy. Maybe Nate and I will go out to eat.
Overall, life is still really boring. The days are slowly growing longer, though. In just a few weeks, the sun will be up when my alarm goes off in the morning. Finally. I've been having so much trouble dragging myself out of bed.
I keep imagining what my perfect day would look like, and I keep circling back to a sunny day in autumn where I take a long walk, exercise vigorously, and then spend the night reading and writing in a comfy-ass bed. Alone. Bonus points for hot chocolate or tea on my nightstand. Ahh.
Another perfect day would be one where I have a huge reunion with all my friends. But maybe I'll talk about that later.
I think I need to talk Nate into spending a vacation with his family and leaving me at home. Because then we'd both get what we want.
More later, maybe.
