sometimes the glass is half empty

Lately I spend my days reading a neuroanatomy test book in a dank laboratory room designed more for studying life than living it. I understand the investment I am making and the sacrifices I have to endure to chase this wee dream I am following. Sometimes though, it crawls up your back. I think about the imprudence of the decisions I've made in the last 2 years and wonder if it was indeed wise to make them. Yes, the experiences I've had over these last 18 months are unparalleled in my life and I am a new person because of them. In fact, I feel that I am a better person having lived them. Yet was gaining that ounce of personal insight a Pyrrhic victory? Would I be better off having stayed the course in the start-up job, having kids, allowing the house to appreciate, spending each day with someone who loves me? Ouch, these questions suck. I would love to lay awake and ponder away at these things, but class starts in 5 hours and I should probably sleep for at least 4 and a half of them.

Vent

Fuck you, basal ganglia.
Up yours, brainstem.
Cerebellum, you can go suck it.
Cranial nuclei, you can blow me too.
And to the deli that decided to stop carrying Diet Caffeine-Free Pepsi, thanks a lot douchebags.

To everyone out there, Happy Tuesday, bite me.