My final ended at three in the afternoon yesterday and my next class started at eight this morning. I was so tired from studying that I ended up napping (with Drew) for a couple hours and then was too tired to go to the big keg party. I'm not much of a keg person, though, so I guess it's no big loss. It would be nice to socialize outside of class and a lot of people want to spend more time with Drew. But we just couldn't do it.

I realize I don't have a break between these two classes (anatomy, which just ended, and "Elements of Bioscience," which started today) but I feel so strongly that I deserve a break. And so I'm taking a de facto weekend by doing a minimal amount of studying. I did three hours of reading today, but I'm already probably three hours behind because I did nothing yesterday. But honestly, how can I be expected to go straight into the next class without at least one night off?

Clearly I'm feeling guilty about the fact I only did three hours of reading today. Which makes for a very interesting blog entry, I realize.

Drew and I are heading to NY this weekend to see a show and spend the night with his college friend. So that should make up for the relative lack of fun in my life.

I'm actually excited about this new class. It's a lot of cell-level biology and (it seems) a fair amount of genetics. I really enjoyed my molecular biology class at USC, so I'm hoping I feel the same way about this one. It would help solidify my interest in oncology. I should really find a pediatric oncologist to shadow so I can figure out if that is really something I'd want to do.

I'm reading a book. I may have mentioned that already, but I'm too tired to read old entries and check. I know for sure that I've complained about not having time to read for pleasure. I decided to just make the time, so now I'm trying to read at least a few pages a night of Black Swan Green by David Mitchell.

That's all I've got. I'm going to read now. And sleep at least seven hours.