And... I love James Blunt. His lyrics just... hit home.

"I wish i could walk through the doors of my mind, hold memory close at hand, help me understand the years."

"I wish I could ssave my soul so cold from fear."

"I guess it's time to run far far away, find comfort in pain, all pleasure's the same, it just keeps me from trouble. It's more than just words, it's just tears and rain."

It's been a rough week. Needless to say. Hopefully, I will be able to sleep sleep sleep and get all my work done this weekend, start afresh next week! One can only hope, right?

I have discovered a love of James Baldwin, Franz Kafka, D.H. Lawrence... And a few others. Good ole English class, I swear I take them just to have an excuse to read during the week. *Grins*

I am so disgusted and distressed. It's bad. This essay is... awful. I can't seem to get it to say what I want. And all I want is to sleep. Just... sleep. I'm tired. I should sleep, right? No. Because then I can't ever wake up, and that's bad, too. Christ. I'm a mess.

I really like road biking. Linda and I went up to Wakefield yesterday and then a little past to loop back and walk up and down Main St. We grabbed lunch at Phil's- I will never understand people's obsession with that place. The food sucks, the people are grouchy, and the place looks like it may either fall down around you or engulf you in a grease fire.

Either way, I went on mapmyride.com and mapped it out- 7.3 miles! Not bad for a first time since before I got my license! LoL Today I went for just about 7 miles, probably, but it was down by the ocean so the wind was whipping in my face the whole way back! I have wind-burn on my cheeks and nose! LoL That seriously added some resistance to hte exercise and man, you should've seen me puffing on the last 1/4 mile leg. Funny, really.

I'm about halfway through revising my med school essay-- it's a lot harder than you'd think! But SB gave me the comment I was looking for- it sounds like I'm talking to them, not just writing an essay I think they'd like to hear. That's good because I want them to know who I am, what I stand for, how I've grown and how that growing has led to this conclusion. This has been a growing process, as any decision as large and all-encompassing as getting your MD degree should be. So I guess I'm on the right track, just need to get those last two paragraphs down.

So, we've given up on the prof. He's a lost cause. New plan: Ask him out a week before graduation. And stop asking him questions because he's useless about answers.