Just another manic ... Thursday?

Holy cow today was busy at work. Jeezo. We must have seen like 30 patients. Talkie talkie talkie.

I hate days like this. I'm totally worn out and I still have a bazillion things to do.

I'm on my way to Banana Republic to look for a nice respectable dress to wear to Brennen and Carly's wedding this weekend. I'm fortunate it's so large because I shouldn't have a problem finding anything except the checkout line -- last time I got lost in there. Seriously, that place is monstrous.

I also have to take a quiz tonight or tomorrow, do some homework, and hopefully hit up good old Algin for a yoga date tomorrow. It's been about two weeks since I've seen him. I'm guilt-ridden and I feel a bit lost without him; my body is craving the heat and relaxation that comes from sweating from every poor in my body and stretching and flexing every single muscle group simultaneously.

This means of course that I have to bail on my road trippin' crew not only for 80's dancing night, but also for skiing tomorrow -- I'm very bummed about missing the skiing, but I just think I have too much to do.

I feel like the frenzied apartment search has made me fall behind in life and now I need to take some time to get caught up.

Unfortunately my school notebook had a little run in with some Vietnamese steak soup and it smells horrendously awful -- like rancid meat fat. It makes me nauseous to even have the notebook open, but it's my last lefty notebook and I need it. I left it at home to let it air out, so we'll see how it's smelling when I get home. If it still stinks I'm buying a new one along with a new make-up bag because that thing reeks too. Stupid Vietnamese meat fat soup!

It was damn delicious though.