Okay, so I think I'm getting used to the waking up part, life's supposed to be better.
But it's not.
Because classes start so late, it's practically afternoon anyway.
Anyway.
Woke up today slightly earlier to get my blood tested--I volunteered myself for this project which involves drinking some juice in which the only thing worse than its smell is its taste--and well, I'm still alive, aren't I? So this particular ...stuff apparently helps in blood coagulation or something, so I was required to give a sample of my blood--and for some reason they had to draw blood from each of my arm.
And for that reason, I went to class a little later--typical. Not that it matters, of course; today's class was all about communication skills i.e. how to deal with unreasonable patients (notice how I refrained from using forbidden adjectives), which if I may add is only mildly entertaining. Oh, there's of course the feigned "I understand this must be very hard on you/come as a shock to you" in tandem with the cued concerned face but hey. Can't go around saying "sucks to be you", although that would be amusing.
After which came PBL, of course but it was irrelevant to me since *glares* I do not have PBL this week.
Otherwise it was pretty much a typical day--bothering friends in the library, submitting reports, having tea in the overpriced fancy-assed cafeteria, chatting and generally abusing the campus' facilities by using it for purposes other than study (and no, I don't do porn in the library sheesh).
Same old, same old.
