The Lost Wednesday
Yesterday was a bit of a bust due to the ingestion of an excess of $2 wine. I did manage to go to class and take a pop quiz before I started drinking, but once I had a glass of cabernet with lunch everything went downhill. I was supposed to clean up the apartment and buy Madeline some food, but by 7pm I had done neither and Drew was on his way home. Luckily I had stopped drinking by 5 so I scrambled to pick up the dirty dishes and shamefully ran to the grocery store for some canned dog food.
Sad.
I guess one might say that I, perhaps, maybe, might have a little anxiety about this move. I've known for a while that it was a very good possibility. Last month I told my friend Katie that the chances we would move to Philadelphia were about 95%. But the difference between 95% and 100%* has proven to be significant.
I have a little over twenty-two weeks before classes start. I've decided that this week, Week #1, will be dedicated to chemical alteration and desperate thoughts and uncontrolled outbursts of "Oh shit, WE HAVE TO MOVE!!"
Today, however, I managed to take a shower and eat breakfast and now I'm going to finish picking up the apartment. I can't start drinking. Not because of will power or concern for my health, but because my car is parked on the "No Parking Thursdays 12noon-2pm" side of the street and so I'll have to move it and I'd rather not spend Weeks #1, #2 and #3 figuring out how to pay for a DUI.
*I guess technically I can't say it's 100% yet, since I haven't heard from that New York school. But I do 100% know that we won't be living in L.A. come August.
Sad.
I guess one might say that I, perhaps, maybe, might have a little anxiety about this move. I've known for a while that it was a very good possibility. Last month I told my friend Katie that the chances we would move to Philadelphia were about 95%. But the difference between 95% and 100%* has proven to be significant.
I have a little over twenty-two weeks before classes start. I've decided that this week, Week #1, will be dedicated to chemical alteration and desperate thoughts and uncontrolled outbursts of "Oh shit, WE HAVE TO MOVE!!"
Today, however, I managed to take a shower and eat breakfast and now I'm going to finish picking up the apartment. I can't start drinking. Not because of will power or concern for my health, but because my car is parked on the "No Parking Thursdays 12noon-2pm" side of the street and so I'll have to move it and I'd rather not spend Weeks #1, #2 and #3 figuring out how to pay for a DUI.
*I guess technically I can't say it's 100% yet, since I haven't heard from that New York school. But I do 100% know that we won't be living in L.A. come August.
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