It's cold in New Orleans. I use the term cold loosely, but for this city, it's cold. It's running about 63°F here tonight. It turns on the electric mixer for my soul, which is not a good thing given all what's going on with me lately. It's 4:21 AM here and I'm still not asleep. Incidently, my server has been running for 33 days and 3.5 hours and couldn't be happier. I have felt so bewildered lately. I drive to class and come back. Go to lab and come back. I don't learn anything and I feel nothing during class. One, I suppose positive, note happened the other day though. I realized why I haven't done well in school. I don't enjoy the things I am being made to kick into my skull, so I do it just well enough to get by. Mind you, none of this is done consciously, that's what makes it so much more fun. In the same vein as Sinatra, I did it "my way." If this makes any sense, I think my head wants to be able to become a physician, a great physician, and stand above all else and prove that all the pain that this system has caused me was in vain.

I just want to feel like I'm home. One of the nights at the ER Tracy and I got to discussing places to live and somehow I mentioned that I felt like New York fit me right. He told me that I would get along very well in New York, which made me happy in comparison to most of the other comments I've received in response. Most of people's retorts are something along the lines of "why the hell'd you wanna live there?" Which makes me laugh coming from New Orlenians. My mother made some wonderful comments about "my grandkids are gonna have that New York accent." Which made me play some Coffee Talk scenes in my head. "I'm getting all vaclempt." But I digest. Not all is bad. We had a great pizza from none other than New York Pizza and we're leaving for Fort Worth to househunt in about a week. That is somewhat crazy in and of itself. I'll leave you with these words of wisdom:

Don't hate yourself in the morning -- sleep till noon.

Dr. Meado