So, block 3 is almost done with. Just one skill remediation test (failed the first time), one HESI (retarded) and the final. I’ve been too depressed to study for the remediation and the HESI be damned. I’ll start studying for the final this week. I’ve kind of been in a rebound nonmotivation to do much studying now that we’re in the final stretch. I know I really need to, but I’m in full-blown burnout mode. Add to the top of that lovely pile of crap is one of my instructors sending me nice little emails hinting that students who conduct themselves improfessionally over the internet risk suspension/withdrawl from the nursing program… note that I have yet to post anything improfessional over the internet regarding my classes. So that’s nice.

In other news, as if my fuckup sibling hasn’t caused enough problems in his rotten little life, he’s now in some deep shit. We get a few martyred letters a week remind us of THAT. I haven’t gotten around to writing him anything back. I don’t really think I’ve got much energy left for that. Let him sit around and wait for once.

In lighter news, the EKG that the surgeon demanded I get before he’d take my farking wisdom teeth out is… HEY! Normal. Which I told him, but he didn’t seem to take my complete lack of cardiac history (aside from the newborn surgery in question) as a decent enough sign that my little ticker is fine. Metaphorically black at times, but medically healthy. So, first thing come summer break in a week: I’m getting these godforsaken wisdom teeth extracted from my face, which lately has been looking alot like: X[

Work kind of sucks as usual. Getting older can be rough sometimes, and sometimes my little old lady feels it particularly acutely. I feel bad for her, and yet I hope she sticks around a while. She’s my friend too. She laughs when I pretend to throw a fit when she says she’s waiting for God.

And every once in a while when one of my days is particularly black (today), something happens that makes it a little brighter. Today I realized that I have a few kindred spirits in a spare few of my classmates. Most of them I don’t particularly care for, but a few of them I like alot and that makes dealing with the bitchy, backstabbing, hormonal masses a little more tolerable, even if the realization isn’t mutual.

Speaking of black days… I’m having more and more of them lately. I’m chalking it up to burnout (as I’ve mentioned before, my winter break was a fracking joke) and fatigue exacerbated by the unholy triad of the hurty tooth problem, the worst allergy season I’ve ever had and intermittent insomnia messing with my quality of sleep. Also, I think the aforementioned factors exacerbate my tendency to be somewhat melodramatic and prone to black days… in which I remember what it was like to be 17 and hate just about everything alive. >_<

I really need some sleep. Absinthe ruined my night as far as quality ZZZs went last night, and if I see that f#*(*&ing green fairy anywhere, I’m so going to punch her in the face.

-j