These days, we've been either watching Carnivale or waiting for it to arrive in the mail. It is not quite the masterpiece that I am used to from HBO, per Deadwood and Rome, but still quite good, in fact, Oscar-worthy in comparison to the crap they call most broadcast tv.

Speaking of broadcast tv, Jim didn't get to propose to Pam at Toby's going-away party after he paid for all those fireworks! I was so looking forward to the payback that would be, unbeknownst to either Jim or Pam, after what Toby did last episode. (This is starting to sound like my sister's stories back when she used to come home from elementary or middle school--"Oh my god, John So-and-So totally was telling Michael that Linda was cute!" To which, just to annoy her, I would say, "John Who? Do I know or care about these people?")
Anyways, this episode of the Office was a return to the extreme awkwardness of the first season. I was literally pinching and biting Aaron as he sat next to me to get through those moments. And, how hot is the new HR lady? She reminds me of some of my English profs back in college.

So moving on, I have an interview tomorrow at a vet office in Carrollton. Hopefully it's a part-time job and I won't have to go through the painful process of convincing myself I want to work full time.

Also super stressed due to the two little kittens I talked Aaron into fostering. Well, just stressed about one in particular. He is tiny, the size of a softball, and always wants to balance on a human body part. He has tried my foot as I am using the restroom (we keep them in our bathroom when they are not playing or eating), the back of my hand, and my arms crossed over my chest.
"Oh, how cute!" you say. Well, it is...except that he has drippy diarrhea and constantly leaves streaks everywhere he goes.
The other (a tortie) is twice his size, and really, ready for adoption, but I worry the little one will get depressed without his companion. The tortie is awesome in that when she is really happy and playing, she will make a trilling sound that is nothing like a meow. Sort of extra-terrestrial, gremlin-like.

Now that the war-zone of school is over, I actually find myself missing it. What do I do with all my free hours? Well right now, cleaning kitten poop and feeding kittens so they will make more poop for me to pick up. But other than that, nothing! Everything was made sweeter before, with the knowledge that I should, at every moment, be studying. If I took a couple hours to read a book--delightful indulgence. Now, it's just a given that I can read until my head explodes, and somehow, that takes some of my enjoyment away. I even miss using my little study corner with a window view. It's currently being used as a place to dry some of my shirts.
Oh, but I know I would regret it if I continued second year. I would curse myself like I did when I was studying for the first neuro test or the first and second anatomy test. Or every Wednesday, having to get dressed up for colleges class in too-tight pants. Incidentally, those are the pants I have to wear tomorrow.
Maybe I should start studying to take the GRE just for something to do. It should be a fun challenge--like going back to 6th grade after you've finished 8th?