Please Forgive Me

Between the internship and work it's hectic, to say the least. Throw in New York trips the last and this weekend and the brilliant busy-ness of life has reached new heights. And I love it. For now. Just got home from interviewing subjects in the morning and essentially herding cats in the afternoon and night. This is most days. To be honest, Tuesdays (and a little Wednesdays) are the worst days. Those are the ones that make me feel a bit helpless and like I'll never get 8 hours of sleep again ever for the rest of my life. But it's temporary and August will be here before I know it. In the meantime, I'm generally enjoying the experience and taking it all in. While drinking a whole lot of coffee.

Thank you Stephen. This fucking rules. So do you.

And then there came goals

One project left to finish up. This semester has felt particularly school-like. God, that was such an odd thought and then sentence. Anyway, my brain is kind of dead. But that's no excuse to let the momentum slow. It's a sure sign of becoming more responsible (old) when you are CONCERNED ABOUT YOUR SAVINGS ACCOUNT. Yeah, so in an attempt to raise awareness (drive myself crazy) I'm writing down everything that I buy this month. Turns out I spend a fucking lot of money on food. (surprise?) And that probably isn't really going to change. But at least I now KNOW and can like eat produce and taquitos one day so that I can spend more the next. Also...my spring-into-summer goal this year is to write and mail one letter per week. Birthday cards included. How fun is that? How many postcards do you think I'll be sending when I get lazy? (a lot probably) So really, Mandy, you should expect a lot of bullshit blah blah blah words about feeeeeeelings and how aaammmmaaaaazzziiing life is or whatever. Ugh. I gotta go to bed. But before I do...really Khloe Kardashian...you had NO IDEA that you were not like the others? And your mom just HAPPENED to let you read her diary? These people are too much. I can't handle them.

Fasten Your Seatbelts

So. I got the internship that I interviewed for (kind of serendipitous...and by kind of I mean REALLY) a couple weeks ago. It starts in a couple weeks. I'll be working in the clinic screening patients from 8 a.m.-noon. Then I'll go to the job that provides me with the money and protocol and administratively running a study experience from noon to (question mark). Monday through Friday. The dog days of summer. And I can't fucking wait. While I acknowledge that I'm pretty much giving up my summer by signing on for this, it's temporary and there'll be all of August to relax a little and get the data ready (which I will probably not be doing) to analyze (which I will hopefully get a chance to do) around September. Once I finally started talking about wanting to focus on addiction research (in what capacity, I'm not quite sure...screening, intervention, HIV-related, etc), it was like doors were flung open and opportunities have magically appeared. Pretty amazing what happens when you ask for help. Anyway, between now & then I have a project to finish for DPH, a final in Infectious Disease (what's up Malaria?!), and an prevention intervention project to complete. These are NOT complaints. It's really exciting for school to take off and to feel really involved in that world. AND...on the work side of things, we've sent out the protocols to all of the sites in the study so that recruitment will hopefully start at some point in July. It is not, however, helping my own personal cause to get laid. (sigh)

Counting Breaths

Finally getting to those rented movies. And that forgotten project. As a way of mending a teensy bit of a broken heart. Or maybe a broken ego is a better way of putting it.

But as all good and bad, this, too, has passed.

Back to something with Cameron Diaz (I know).

Squeezing the Life out of Days

With a belly full of corned beef and champ, I write in my underpants from the couch.

You know, this week has made me think that maybe I could get used to the weather out in LA. Winter is kind of for the birds. This sunny and 70s for the past week in March has been phenomenal. Although, I doubt that if it were like this every day that we'd get so manic once it was.

Anyway, I'm going to savor this until my eyelids are too heavy to hold up.

That Bad Joke Everyone is Making

Nope, not going to say anything about global climate change. As far as I'm concerned, it is just another day. In March. In Boston. That is in the 70s and sunny.

Instead, I'm just going to enjoy it and not question whether we'll reach a gagillion degrees this summer. Or whether it'll now rain all summer. Or what it is.

What concerns me more at this point is why George peed on some of my clothes this week. I thought we were all done with this. But apparently, something is irritating him. And this is how that little asshole is reacting. Ugh. No more leaving my clothes out in a basket.