January 14 Is Coming Way Too Soon

I had all these plans.

As soon as I finished school, I was going to do all those things I've been meaning to do since July, but haven't had the time.

Read the stack of books that's been growing next to my bed. Answer old emails. New ones I have no problem getting to -- it's the ones that came to me months ago that I continue to ignore. See a few films (No, Rob, "Batthumb" does NOT count. But Istill want to see it. :) Go out to dinner. Listen to music without it being only a noise buffer for the endless chatter coming from my officemate. Sleep. Talk to friends. Brush up on my French. Gaze at the stars. Get caught up.

At first glance, it seems that all I've managed to do is drink excessive caffeine, torment the cats, email with a few choice people and mill about my office, pondering which book I should read first and why one of each pair of my socks have a hole in the toe. I've wasted 5 days. The horror of it.

Actually, I lie. It's not a horror at all. It's been wonderful.

I had dinner with old friends last night, and watched an episode of Carl Sagan's Cosmos. I've been trying to get through the whole series a bit at a time. It's fascinating, and warrants a lot of attention. I had a nice lunch with a new friend today, which reminded me why meeting new people can be one of life's great pleasures. And now, music is on in the house, with its sole purpose to soothe my nerves. As I gradually enter the panic phase of MCAT preparation, I am trying to enjoy every waking moment of freedom I have.

I leave for my first vacation in a year in 10 days. A much needed vacation. I am hoping to return decompressed, rejuvenated, relaxed, and tan.

The euphoria should last until the second the plane smacks down on the icy tarmac of JFK. No more. No less.

Posted by LA at December 18, 2002 09:43 PM | TrackBack