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It’s reached that point in the semester where I’m starting to feel a little of the amotivational syndrome (either that, or the weed I constantly smell burning next door is having some sort of effect on me). My schedule has turned into such a grind, that by the time I get home in the evenings I really don’t feel like doing much of anything. And because we’re so close to finishing our time down here, I’m really getting that itch to be done with it already.

After a week of listening to the host of Unsolved Mysteries lecture us on Infectious Disease, I can’t shake an impending sense of doom. It’s as though the end of the world is nearing, and if I don’t die of the Avian flu, I’ll most certainly get some sort of needle stick injury in the hospital……or contract a necrotizing skin infection from Group A Streptococcal infection by an accidental poke with a thumb tack……hey, he said it, not me. Anyways, normally I’d be at the gym by this time but I decided to go for an afternoon workout seeing as I’m usually ineffective for a good two hours after I return home from class/lab/hospital. I need a fascist drill sergeant to get me back into gear (although at this point I’d probably prefer to be whipped than to read my notes).