12 days until IT, and I'm pretty damn close to feeling wiped out. At some point in the past 72 hours, my eyeballs fell out and rolled under my desk. I haven't been able to find them, but AJ has been pulling at something under the frig for the past hour that I am pretty sure is my retina caked with fur and lint.
Seriously, though, I feel more confident than I did last year (not sure if that is a good thing) -- mostly because I've done nothing for the past 6 weeks except study with the occasional break to smoke (cigars), eat jelly beans and harass Deb, Robyn and the cats.
They've been good sports. (I'm referring to the cats. Deb and Robyn no longer enable me. Well... Deb at least doesn't.) ::evil grin::
But I've had time to focus on the MCAT crap that I get stuck on -- stuff like when the partial pressure of oxygen in adult and fetal hemoglobin experiences the Bohr effect and right shifts. And the number of peaks in a H NMR spectrum of just about every O2 containing molecule. And which cell in the pancreas is responsible for what enzyme, and that enzyme's molecular structure and what its mode of action is.
Just writing about it makes me shudder. But only because it scares me that I actually know this stuff now. Hopefully I can hold it all in my head until the 17th.
After the 17th I am planning on going to hell with myself. I don't mean just downloading the 10s of thousands of equations, facts and figures that are taking up valuable gray matter and then doing naked cartwheels around the backyard. I mean having some serious fun as a RETIREE. Like reading books I actually enjoy. Watching my documentary DVDs. Adding to my wine collection. Travelling. Eating. Sipping lattes with my other retired friends. Riding my motorcycle. Clipping my toenails with reckless abandon.
God, I don't miss working.
But I suppose I should do something for the next 12 months, shouldn't I? I mean ... I should contribute to society for a little bit longer. Right?
You're right, screw it.
I will bring the digital camera to capture the naked cartwheels in the backyard...no, not to get you naked, but the faces of your neighbors, cats, dog, wife, friends...we will need LOTS of vino for that evening!
Posted by: Beethoven on April 6, 2004 03:14 PMdamn right -- otherwise I'd shatter that camera lens!!
Posted by: LA on April 6, 2004 03:42 PMI'm taking bets. Who's the first to call the cops? The friends,wife,cats,dog or neighbors!
Posted by: Chrissy on April 6, 2004 11:55 PM