So I'm moving... again. To Chicago. Yay me!
I've spent the last three days culling and packing and sorting and folding and sitting on my suitcase to close it and unpacking and repacking and stopping short of tearing my hair out. Mind, I washed my hair on thursday morning and did not comb it or brush it for the rest of the day so it looks like I;ve been tearing it out.
I'm bunking with a friend, I'm really looking fwd to seeing her again. I like to think we're pretty close. Its very generous of her to open up her house to me. So thanks!
Step 2 is kicking my a**, and I'm determined to win. Its been a very ugly, one-sided battle so far and I haven't been on the winning side even once. I haven't done anything that has any relation to medicine since sunday, and I have a feeling I'm going to pay. So yeah, I'm going to have to spend next week playing catch-up.
Thats next week - which officially does not start until Sunday. So I'm going to take my time off and enjoy it - enjoy every minute of it. Take time to relax, heal and write. Maybe I'll get around to writing that novel I never really gave up on. Maybe it'll make my studying better, improve my focus. So by June 27, I should really have about 30000 words written.
Wish me luck!
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