Last Supper
I'm about to pick up E. for her last supper with friends. She leaves on Saturday and unless I do some serious wheeling, dealing, blackmailing and assassinating, I won't be able spend Christmas/New Years in Morocco. This also means we won't hang out again for at least a year. My crew just gets smaller and smaller these days.
I'm looking forward to dinner. We're going to a churrascaria and having a carnivoric good time. After that she's going out for drinks and I'm going in for call at the hospital. Blasted timing, it's the bane of my existence. I'm just glad the new schedule works out so that I can go to dinner. Ever the optometrist, I am.
I better get going now. And sheesh, have I posted enough today? Told ya I'd be back on the train again. Better get off the internets now. It's a good thing.
I'm looking forward to dinner. We're going to a churrascaria and having a carnivoric good time. After that she's going out for drinks and I'm going in for call at the hospital. Blasted timing, it's the bane of my existence. I'm just glad the new schedule works out so that I can go to dinner. Ever the optometrist, I am.
I better get going now. And sheesh, have I posted enough today? Told ya I'd be back on the train again. Better get off the internets now. It's a good thing.