Today feels like a Friday. But it's not, damn it. I had dinner with James, and I'm procrastinating just a bit before chewing on more Neurology. I think I'll just listen to some Transatlantacism and ignore the pesky icecream truck music which seems to think my bedroom is a good place to hang out for hours at a time. I was supposed to go out with D. tonight, but apparently, the write-up portion for the presentation for the American Heart Association is due by midnight tomorrow...so I got cancelled on. Tis ok though. absence makes the heart grow fonder, or some such BS. And it's research that might save us all later when we fall on the floor in the middle of a heart attack..so, there you go.
Ok, no more fucking around. Just one more handful of chocolate chips, and then the the ass goes in the kitchen chair, and the brain must focus on learning all about itself.