This "waking up in the morning" crap has really screwed me up ... I'm tired all day, and crash out at night early. I can't wait to get back on my normal abnormal schedule.
I'm probably going to ditch out on lecture tomorrow, and spend the morning getting my stuff packed up, and maybe a little shopping. I haven't decided whether or not to buy this black velvet southern belle hat ... it looks great on me, but it's like $50.
Dr. Harris bought for me this ... well, it's not a hat, I'm not really sure how to describe it ... this beaded thing that goes on my head ... it's all sorts of cool. I just feel bad having stuff bought for me. It was a fair amount of money, too.
Dinner at another fancy place tonight, and then I'm supposed to go to some place on Bourbon Street with Dr. Boisse ... I have consumed a frightening amount of alcohol this week. And I'm having more tonight.
Actually, I don't think it's a frightening amount. It's normal amounts, in my sleep-deprived, jet-lagged body.
I miss home. I'll be back tomorrow night ... my feet are blistered ... I'm out of clothes ... I have more promotional veterinary crap than I'm going to be able to fit in my suitcase ... plus whatever I can steal from the hotel ... I've seen so many lectures in the last few days that I can't keep the information straight ... i want to come home ...