#digress

Now that class beckons and I only have a week of holidays left before I commit myself to the grind that is study, I've realised that I actually don't know what to do with myself when I have spare time. How on earth did I manage to occupy myself for days on end when I was home for a month? I have three days off this week from work and I actually don't know what to do with myself.

On the topic of study, I woke up with a cold sweat this morning because I thought I had forgotten all the names of the carpal bones. And the tendons running through the flexor retinaculum. Anatomy, you are a bitch. 

Also, it's going to be a bitch reducing my spending once again - although it does help that I am spending $70 less a week on living costs, compared to last year. Except last year I was being fed some pretty darn good meals. Except this year I'm not eating much by choice. So I can't complain reaaaaaally... I'm going to get sick of lettuce, I feel. 

I'm looking forward to Valentine's Day this year, for once. Maybe because for once, we'll actually be together in the same city. Sometimes I think we function better living apart because we don't waste time and actually get to do things that we're wanting to do. I honestly don't think I would've managed a PD if E. was in the same city because I'd be doing other things with my spare time instead of poring over my notes. Living apart makes me appreciate any time spent together much more, instead of getting used to his presence beside me daily. That being said, I don't think I could ever tire of him. Stale relationships only become so if you stop trying. And I have no intention of ever stopping.