Bristly.

I'm a grump this weekend. Yesterday was quite productive with lots of cleaning taking place. After getting everything torn apart and a heap of things thrown away I was ready to be done. The end was rushed and I started cramming some things in drawers.

I'm playing the role of third wheel this weekend with roommate and his brother, his identical twin brother. I'm in our room doing homework err -- and this. I like being alone sometimes but I also like being around people a lot. I have this bad habit these days of starting to dread my upcoming clinicals the next week about Thursday the week before. So then I spend 4 days sporadically daydreaming about how much I generally hate clinicals. It's just so goddamn depressing on the cancer floor. I'm selfish that way, right?

I talk about the same things over and over. I have PBS on and they're doing the fundraising Auction bit. At the moment they're auctioning off boxes of Cheez-Its. I love how uncomfortable it makes me feel to listen to these people read off the descriptions of the items being auctioned off. They read at about a 5th grade level and stumble and bumble on every third word. The bid is currently $16.00 on the Cheez-Its, folks. Better call now, the bidding on Board B will end in 3 minutes!