It’s weekend time. I’m relatively rational and have nothing scheduled for the rest of the day. This means I have no excuse not to make an entry, even if I don’t really feel like it. But if I neglect making one, I will get into the habit of not documenting shit, and that’s really annoying. So entry.
And then I sit here for, like, three minutes staring off into space because apparently I really don’t feel like it.
Well, I’ll be brief. Clinic where I’m interning is still great. I’ve gotten to do lots of interesting stuff. We x-rayed a dog in heart failure, and saw — edit: OK, I totally mentioned this last week. The only update is that the poor thing died the next day. This, of course, is very sad, but still interesting.
Fighting hard against the depression that comes of being so damn tired and busy. Weapon of choice is Seeing Red, though of course I can only work on that or any story when I’m not too exhaustedly stupid to write anything. Still, I’ve hit that end-of-the-story phase where it’s all I can think about and I’m extremely excited about it, and that’s… well, I kinda wish it hadn’t happened right near the beginning of my internship, but it’s still a good thing. I freaking love that story.
This coming week at EA is the busiest week of the year. Last year’s Valentine’s Day brought 312 orders on that very day alone (where 15 is normally considered a busy day); the rest of the week kinda worked up to that. I’ve arranged not to go in to the clinic on Thursday, but rather to spend the whole day making money and trying to keep my easily-panicked manager from going crazy. Also, Lesta is going to come in with me all days and join our legion of Valentine’s Week temps so he can make some money too.
Next topic really should have its own post, but I haven’t had the energy to type one up and know I won’t feel like making a separate post for it today either. I received a letter earlier this week (actually it was dated mid-January; apparently it got lost in family mail until just the other day) informing me that one of the dentists I interned for the previous time I did an internship like this was killed last December when one of his planes crashed.
I’ve mentioned in the past the surreal feeling I get when someone I knew but was never particularly close to dies, so I won’t get into that. What’s particularly weird and unsettling about this is that this is the second hobbyist aviator I’ve known that’s died in a small aircraft crash. I was a lot closer to, and more affected by the death of, the first one, but… if you are acquainted with me, it might be a good idea not to try for a pilot’s license.
It has now taken me three and a half hours to get this post finished. The End.