Every day this week I seem to get more lazy. The gas tank is on empty, I’m running on fumes, and I’m resorting to using really awful cliches to get my point across. This is in contrast to the only marginally bad cliches I use most of the time. I’m ready for this week to be over. I’m ready for the residency to be here and to be able to spend time with my nearest and dearest Lesley friends. I’m ready to be moved into my new house and less stressed out so that I can reconnect with all of the friends I’ve lost touch with. I’m ready for the future and I’m sick of the present.

There’s no way I’m finishing Tender is the Night before the residency. I’ve just about given up on it. I do like the book but my brain is fried and I just can’t read it fast enough. The text is too small, the language too intense and complex. It’s too much for me and I’m willing to accept that. I’m okay with it.

We still haven’t found out if our mortgage has been approved even though we were told we’d know by the end of today. I need to find out by tomorrow so that the closing can be scheduled so that I know what day I have to take off. I’m frustrated that I’ll even have to take a day off. I wonder why it couldn’t be done after hours or on a Saturday.

Anyway, like I said, I’m ready to move on. I’m also ready for bed.