I woke up late this morning. I hate that. I couldn't walk Madeline because I had an 8am lab and you can't be late for those.

I missed the express subway and had to take the local. I hate taking the local. Then once I got off the train I ended up walking behind a med student who smokes. As I walked along her trail of stink I gave her some pretty stern lectures in my head about how ridiculous it is for medical students to smoke cigarettes. I fought the urge to scowl at her at the crosswalk.

I got to lab and my normal group wasn't there. I sat down next to some friends and asked what they were doing there. "Were you in this room last time?"

"You have lab on Friday, Andy. You're group B."

This block is pretty poorly organized. I didn't even realize we were divided into two groups. It's not on our syllabus. I asked Mai how she knew this, and she said "Because someone else made fun of me for not knowing it."

I'm beyond thrilled not to have a 2-hour lab this morning. They tried to get me to stay so I wouldn't have to go on Friday but I thought I'd probably be better off studying in the library until the 10:00 lecture.

Truthfully I'm kind of shocked that I'm not angry; I could have slept two more hours. But I'm not mad. I'm ecstatic. I'll only be pissed if I spend the next 100 minutes reading The Drudgereport instead of studying.