Sigh. :(

I was sick last night, and had to sleep in this morning. I actually felt mostly better by 9am and could have gone into work, but my fellow med student on the surgery rotation emailed me and said that the busy OR day was not actually that busy, so it wasn't like they needed my help. So I spent the day at home.

I napped and futzed around on my laptop as I watched The 40-year-old Virgin, as I stretched out listless on the couch, and I read some more of Stiff, which started out hilarious but is now a just okay book. I went to the Last Drop, which is a nice hipster coffee shop with sullen workers, and I had herbal tea and a bagel with cream cheese and read The New Yorker. The bathroom is cool there, with a lot of shards of mirrors, in the wall, sort of like the Magic Gardens. I ended up not getting any radio reception there, and I couldn't study with the chatter and music there after all, so I came home, fixed some more tea, and worked longer.

All day I've been feeling more blah than I have in a long time. Nothing appeals to me. No energy, don't want to work, don't enjoy lying around. Maybe this is all just what-do-I-do-with-my-life angst. Or maybe it's having worked my arse off for six months (not including christmas break) without any sense of balance. All I know is, I don't feel centered. No exercise, no control over my schedule, can't muster the energy to call anyone. Also, I realize that this is the longest I've gone without dating anyone in more than five years. Feeling a little awkward and apprehensive at the thought of dating again. I'm sure my general ennui will dissipate in a couple days, but right now I'm sort of lazily miserable.