Finals are in full effect. So far this week, I've spent roughly 15 total hours at my apartment. Rising around 5am, hitting the rack somewhere between 1am and 2am, and spending the hours between buried in books is taxing at the very least. It sucks. I'm exhausted. I've miles to go before tomorrow's exams (and the remaining ones this afternoon). This shit is medical school, is the best.
From "Conversation 16" by The National:
I think the kids are in trouble
Do not know what all the troubles are for
Give them ice for their fevers
You're the only thing I ever want anymore
Live on coffee and flowers
Try not to wonder what the weather will be
I figured out what we're missing
Tell you miserable things after you are asleep
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