when all else fails, just have a beer
It’s 2:48 am. I have an exam at 9:30 am in Community Health Nursing, the bane of my existence for the past 8 months. And I. CAN’T. SLEEP.
Am I freaking out because of this exam? Not really… I should be, but I’m not. I past the point of caring about CHN a long long long long time ago… as in when my former teammates plagiarized and were NOT punished for it, but I was scolded because I was a poor team player? Yeah… seriously.
Am I freaking out because I’m trying to figure out how to pay for Danni Heatley? Not really… I’ve got it in the bag. Hey, most students are in debt, right? They didn’t say it was ALL from educational costs… ahem.
Am I freaking out because in 2-3 months I have to move out of my apartment and NOBODY is getting back to me about places, and I found this ADORABLE one and now I really really want it? … Ok kind of, but it’s no reason to elevate my persistent initial insomnia.
Am I freaking out because my former gem to fall asleep to, CNN and warm milk, is far too interesting to not pay attention to AND in February I found out that I was lactose intolerant? Yeah… I’m 23 and this is the first I’ve heard of it from a health professional. My large intestine, no doubt, has been screaming it at me for years, but I am so stubborn I don’t even listen to myself. And I love cheese. Mmm… cheese.
So strolling to the kitchen and opening my fridge was the only thing I could think of as my brain attempts to consolidate the information jammed in this lovely afternoon with a nursing friend and lo and behold, what do I see? My good friend Alexander Keith, in a lovely new red bottle.
Oh, hello Mr. Keith’s. Haven’t seen you in a while. Oh, hello Steamwhistle. Kick ass St. Paddy’s day party in Toronto, by the way.
Now, halfway through the bottle with 6 and a half hours to go to writing time, 3 and a half to go before my alarm is set to go off, and no where near sleep… I make my triumphant semi-return to the blogging world.
At least nothings changed, eh?