The Finite

I’ll be honest. I don’t like my last post. I framed it around the opening line, but ran out of steam shortly after. I was forcing it. My posts usually center around a few key events and I fill in the rest in between with my own humorous ramblings. But lately, I’ve just been so out of energy. I’m on campus for 5-16 hours a day so I can’t nap. I carry coffee around all day strapped to my shoulder and nurse myself with ~19 mg/hr of caffeine just to maintain coherence. (People look at me weird when I say I’m into calculated dosing. Pharmacy people. It makes no sense.) My calorie needs come out of a lunchbag. Then again, I am proud to say that I brought the lunch bag back into style with the Pharmacy kids.

The exam cavalcade continues. My philosophy remains the same.

Sig: take pr ud every week.

You get used to it.

I’m just worn out. I’m beginning to feel it in my heart. I feel… thin. Sort of stretched, like… peanut butter scraped over too much bread. I need a vacation. And hopefully, the upcoming break will be a productive one.

I’m sick of having white roommates. So I replaced the living room light with a tanning bulb. No, but really I’m probably going to stay in the same apartment with the Wonder Twins. It’s twenty minutes walk away from class, but the price can’t be beat. There is a lot of broken glass in the street and I’ve had to replace my inner tube already, but I do live near a University, so I really shouldn’t complain.

Ah, so I’ve been absent from the blogosphere a lot. Not surprising considering my studying exam to exam is the equivalent of living paycheck to paycheck. At least I don’t have the AIDS. That would suck slightly more.

I can’t believe I’m down to the last three weeks of the semester already. Thanksgiving was brief and profitable. I ate some noodles, skipped Black Friday and carried 20 lbs of rice on my back from the train station to the apartment. At last, I have my Asian cred back. And it’s fried rice season.