uh, it's 3:30?

Have you ever wasted an entire day, to the point where you can't even think of one thing that you did? Today is one of those days. I just noticed the clock said 3:30. For real? I mean, I came in at 9:00 AM and began to surf the web and generally stare off into space. But I did not realize that I had wasted a good 6.5 hours until I saw what time it is.

I am allowing myself this mental hibernation for the day, though. I had my last final exam last night - my post-bac is officially over! Now I have to actually apply to medical school. Apparently, the fun never ends. There is something full-circle-esque about this process though; my first blog entry was about a year ago after I had just quit my job in finance and was going to move to Cambridge. And now I live in Cambridge.

My boss is weird. I hope he doesn't discover this blog. That doesn't change the fact that he's pretty bonkers though. He basically fired one of my coworkers recently, for no reason. Really - no reason. He just didn't like him and gave him an ultimatum: quit or I will criticize your every action. Poor kid. Mind you, for the last few months I worked very part time. Maybe once a week, and to sit in on a lecture at that. As part of the ritual chastising of my coworker, he told him: "You should be more like Sophia. She's very proactive and inquisitive."

Huh? Um, no I'm not. Plus, it's tough to be proactive and inquisitive when you're not even there. I don't know why I seem to be in my boss' favor, but I am. Which, conveniently, is how the fact that I was in a complete mental trance today seemed to escape him.

He just came by to 'catch up' with me. It was one of those situations where words (actually, more like BS) - were flowing out of my mouth without any conscious effort on my part. I don't even know what I said to him, but he seemed satisfied with my progress report.

The lights are on, people, but there's noone home.

footsie

I have a final exam in less than 5 hours, for which I am woefully unprepared. I am officially burnt (burned?) out. I tried to study, really I did. I'm trying to study right now, in fact. I came to the library, and brought my computer so I could look up answers and play minesweeper. This has, of course, translated into procrastinating in ways that are just plain embarassing.

I am sitting in an area that has cubicle seats. I stretched out my relatively short legs beneath the cubicle. The result: my foot made direct contact with the unshoed (though socked) feet of the person in the cubicle directly facing mine (though I can't see this person; the cubicle has a dividing wall; sort of like Battleship. I sunk your destroyer. Ha! Take that!).

It is somewhat annoying that this anonymous cubicle mate has stretched out his or her feet all the way into my side of the footspace. What is troubling me is that as soon as I felt this person's foot, I immediately moved my foot away. And I even made an exaggerated gesture of looking under the desk to say "Hey dude. Move your feet." But he didn't. He didn't even flinch. So now I am sitting with my feet under my chair. Very prim and proper.

Someone just came and sat near me. They are eating a Dunkin' Donuts breakfast sandwich. I know the scent. It is my favorite breakfast sandwich. In fact, I had one this morning. AT the Dunkin' Donuts. So that I wouldn't stink up the library with the stench of buttery croissant and cheese and fake eggs. The smell is intoxicating when I am hungry and ordering at the eatery. Ironically, the smell is nauseating when I am trying to study and can hear the person chewing next to me.

Back to studying. Or, at this point, memorizing answers from previous exams with the pipe dream that questions will be repeated verbatim on this year's test.