Finally getting a chance to sit for a minute and breathe. I am enrolling two new research patients today and it's a busy day with just one patient, let alone two kids. Everything that normally needs a double check needs a triple check, everything that needs a signature needs two, etc etc etc. Luckily they are in MRI for the next two hours so I have time to catch my breath, eat, put data into the computer and post to pubski. I was talking to _refugee_ about this earlier in brief, but I don't know if I want to do anything friday night. In the last few years I've become vastly disinterested in pretty much every holiday, and Halloween was always my favorite. Now it's 2 days 'till, I have no costume and the only plans I really have set would be joining a bar crawl that's populated mostly by people I don't know, going to bars that I'm pretty uninterested in. The $1 jello shot has lost much of it's appeal. I'm torn because I don't want to be a hermit, but I also don't want to go out and be social just because I feel like I should.
oh but you know i do approve of becoming a hermit just not on actual halloween, dawg Like OK so I've been exercising and hermiting a lot. But this week I am just like, yo, #treatyoself a little bit, because Halloween and my favorite holiday and I had this great party and so on. I have felt guilty at times, actually. But I already have a run planned for Nov 1st with my weekly running friends that is going to be really awful because we're all going to be hungover but I am so totally making it happen. I'm gonna love every terrible second of it. You're allowed to take a break from being a monk for special occasions, dude. I'm really hoping I can even manage to get laid.
I work, then I read on the bus, then I cook, then I exercise, then I spend a few hours of leisure time, then I sleep, then I work. On weekends I wander, maybe eat out once, visit whatever outdoor thing is happening. I realized at some point that it's perfect. Hermitude evidently suits me. My friends are scattered across the country and I went to considerable trouble picking them. I'm not sure I want to bother with that process every time I move.
I'll be spending my Halloween marathoning Halloween and passing out those shitty individually wrapped orange and black candies to the neighborhood kids. Because fuck those spoiled brats. (Mostly I think it's funny to pass out candy normally reserved for the octogenarian set.)