10:45 pm and another unproductive day. Nothing profound to say, no deep insights into the seemingly ordinary aspects of daily living, it's just me. Hehe, i can't seem to think about much else except daily survival. Nothing but my continual lament at my wasted hours. These days I have an ever growing list of things to do. They're all in my head or on the dozen or so electronic post-it notes on my desktop. I've given up on my planner- there's just not enough room! However much i have to do though I still find excuses to dally about doing nothing or for instance this evening in my first social outing in a while go to a friend's house to have some food and fun in celebration of hte recent mid-autumn festival. Between mooncakes and popcorn and good conversation with a diverse and highly eclectic group of med students (a rare find, I assure you) I actually forgot about my silly little lists. I'm not back up from the bottom of my little mood circle, still wading through the bog of general apathy. However, I'm hoping that 1) finishing the second neuro exam 2) my conferences in detroit and DC on Health Disparities and global health, respectively, and 3) seeing "the motorcycle diaries" will all collaborate together to re-elevate my mood at least to a productive level. Not to mention my social life. So, it's late. time for bed once again. And to the rice ball with giraffe camo: A QUOTE from Dorothy Sayers "A facility for quotation covers the absence of original thought" :) how very true indeed, don't you think?
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