6:25am: Alarm clock on my nightstand starts going off.

6:35am: Cell phone alarm starts going off.

6:45am: Johanna calls me, and doesn't hang up until I confirm that I am up and getting ready.

7:15am: I leave my apartment.

7:55am: I get to school, later than most of my classmates who were able to wake up a full hour later than I did. Yet another reminder that deciding to live in Bellevue was the single worst decision of my life.

8am-2pm: Got my ass handed to me by the Histo final. Lowlights included trying to remember just what distinguishes the thyroid from the prostate, and realizing that maybe I should have learned what shape insulin crystals are. Highlight- the Van Gogh-vary picture made an appearance.

2pm-4pm: Lunch at Jackson's. Actually the best burger I've had in a long time.

4pm-7pm: Dead to the world on the couch at the apartment formerly known as my second home.

Now I'm back at school, kinda paralyzed in fear at the thought of how screwed I am for Virology.

Me: Doesn't that look like a Van Gogh??
Liz: Yes. If he painted ovaries.

(Micrograph from the extensive collection of C. Pettepher, PhD. Used without permission. Am I in trouble?)

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My studying is going so slowly! I don't know why, but I don't feel any sense of urgency. Finals start Friday, and I have to learn everything that was covered in classes that I didn't even attend. No worries!!