Anything can throw your day off. Yesterday was our tenth straight day. But yesterday was cut short after 1 hr 18 mins in the morning by a WiFi outage in D-2's condo complex. It wasn't restored until 9:30 pm. Then at 11:19 pm my son called and said that his mother had called him. His 17-year old cat was experiencing separation anxiety. They were driving to the Beach to get Bird. So guess what that did to today? In the car D-2 saw the writing on the wall and texted me at 12:49 am. "Let's start at 10 tomorrow". They didn't get home until after 1 am. We haven't started yet. I don't think we will and that's FUCKING FINE WITH ME (see below)! I've been tired and have been running an energy deficit that I have not been able to entirely make up the next day. I know what's going to happen. Ana will text me that she was "bad", that she feels "guilty", that she "let me down." I'll show her the iterations of this post. This will set us back, it is true. But who cares? Are we being timed? No. Does Ana have a window to become licensed in the U.S.? No.
The USMLE makes inhuman demands. People have real lives: spouses, families, friends, pets, homes where the WiFi goes out. My message to Ana and her chat friends: Don't feel guilty about being human.
8:48 am:
I am not feeling it today. I'll do it but I'm not into it.
