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Nursing Nerdity, continuing against my wishes. Also, with apologies to my mother, who should avoid reading the last paragraph.

Okay, we're getting to the pathetic whining stage of the semester now, so I'll try to spare everyone as best I can. The workload has let off just enough to allow me the time to reflect (or, as was the case last night, barf up a bunch of popcorn for no apparent reason - just how I wanted to spend my weekend), my mid-term grades were good enough to give the illusion of permanence and stability, and the number of remaining weeks can be counted on one hand. I. Just. Want it. To be. Over.

Of course, as soon as I'm three weeks into the next semester, I'll probably be complaining about how much more time I have, what with the two classes as opposed to four, and how shitty it is to be here in my apartment ALONE with the CAT and being THIRTY and good lord, someone just smack me and get it over with already.

You know, I say that, but in all honesty I'm pretty excited to turn 30. This is when all the good shit is supposed to happen. Although, given what my teens were like, this whole "sexual peak" business could get dangerous. Guess I'll have to find alternative means of relief, given my relationship status. Lock up your cylindrical garden vegetables, folks. IT'S GONNA BE A BUMPY RIDE! Get it?!

Oh, help.