Reset

Right now, it is 1:30 in the morning. I'm tired, and I'm bored, and I should just go to bed... but I don't feel like it. I'm doing absolutely nothing of consequence. I am house sitting, and have access to both cable television and internet which keeps me marginally entertained. (Hmmm. That makes it sound like I'm accessing all sorts of porn. I'm not.) (Hmmm, again. Now people searching for 'porn' and 'Brenna' will find my page. Because a lot of people search for that, I'm sure.)

I think maybe I am resetting my body clock. I haven't been on call for a while, so my poor little body doesn't know what to do with all this sleep I've had access to lately. I shall have to sit my body down and have a good talking-to, reminding it that in a few short months it will be living the life of an intern, and will have all the sleep deprivation it wants.

Susan and I went to see Just Like Heaven tonight. It was pretty dang good, which was a refreshing change from the theater's fare for the last couple of months (aka bad movies involving scariness and... well, that was it) The most distressing thing about the movie was the portrayal of a young, single, female doctor. Good grief, the girl had to die to find a man! That ain't so much something you'd find on my five-year plan. I'm wondering if the school administration would let me take a year off for an official 'husband hunt.' Ha! That would be so cool. But it is very likely that I'm only saying this 'cause it's late. I'll rescind it all tomorrow, and staunchly maintain that I can do it all.

I did make an important decision recently, though. It is something that I've pondered for a while, and now that I've actually made a choice, I feel that I made the right one. I decided that my first dog will be a small dog. I grew up with a small dog, and didn't live with a big dog (huge) until later in life. Well, as late as you can get in life when you're 27. Most of my friends here in med school that have dogs have big ones. And while I do love the big dogs, I just think it is a little easier to live with a dog that won't knock you over when it is happy. I fall easily enough on my own - I don't need the dog helping me get there. Now, I just need to pick a name. Oh, yeah, and get into a residency program, move to a new city, get a house and actually get a dog. Someday. Someday.

Alright. I guess I'll be getting off to bed now. How boring. In the meantime, ponder this. Keira Knightley? Really? And... how will they get what A&E took five hours to do into a mere two hour big screen fiasco? I said it. Fiasco. Colin Firth IS Mr. Darcy. There can be no other. Of course I'll go see it. I do like Miss Knightley, and I love Jane Austen. But I know I'll spend the whole movie whispering the bits of lines they had to cut out to make it shorter. I know because I already did that during the preview.