Got the shakes.

I think I have early onset Parkinson's. It's not really something to joke about, and frankly I'm not joking, but I have serious shakes. I'm sitting in the bed with my laptop in, well, my lap and as I move my left hand over to hit the 'a' or 'q' or anything else that way my hand noticeably quivers. I'm neither overly caffeinated or nervous. I'm a little high strung due to the endless construction next door, but not enough to have me shaking.

Anyway. Hi. It's been a while.

Shit. is. busy.

I got home from a tortuous day at clinical, headed straight for my bed, back door open and a breeze in my room... nodded off to a new book and within 10 minutes was woken up by a saw. Not a chain saw, a table saw, the kind that SCREAMS. I can never just have a minute. Never. I'm home and there is someone in the living room making noise, trying to talk to me, talking to each other, etc. I'm in the shower, someone needs the bathroom so they enter. I'm on the subway, no place to sit, no place to stand, no place to breathe.

I literally adore this city. It's my sticky sweet crush right now. However, I need a break. When life piles up, group projects, exams, insomnia, side jobs, boys, social events, shit weather, money, blah blah. It all becomes a little too much.

No space. No air. I've felt a little suffocated lately. Today was so incredibly muggy, I nearly had to get out my inhaler out. Why are there nerd connotations associated with inhalers? Those poor souls have bronchial issues AND image issues.

I'm not into writing more. Head hurts. Bad mood. Need better headphones.

Stitches

I got cut. And stitched up. It was a cyst. I'll be fine, don't worry.

Last day of freedom.

I start my senior months tomorrow. The beginning of the end. Wooooohoooo!!!!