getting it done

[my_october]

And now I'm done- done with the sadness and the down and the stress.  It's changing today.  I did my thing this week- stress eating, consumption of alcohol thanks to concerned friends, complaining, bitching, moaning.  It's done.  I've got a five day weekend ahead of me and it's going to get used for what I am best at- getting it done.

Here's the plan:

Today:

• finish clinical prep and turn it in by noon
• next semester's paperwork for clinical
• clean something (bathroom?)
• kick my ass in band (including sectionals)

Saturday

• kick my ass in band (and sectionals) again
• buy a banquet dress, peruse a few Veteran's Day sales (including Old Navy and their silly winter sale) with money I do not have
  
• research for honors thesis and Med/Surg presentation (aiming for five sources at the least)
  
• sushi with Jen and Dave and...
• bed early

Sunday

• wake up early, assess my body for pain, and perhaps run
• commence research
• plan entire research presentation

Monday

• wake up early, assess body for pain, and perhaps run
• finish research presentation, submit to honors adviser
  
• begin 20 page paper on my 58 year-old patient with cystic fibrosis
  
• drive to Phoenix for Kristen's funeral, the 21 year-old friend that died of cystic fibrosis
  
• be sad, awkward turtle with the members of my old Girl Scout troop, remember Kristen
• sleep at home

Tuesday

• wake up early, assess body's need for caffeine, and drive to Tucson before rush hour traffic hits
  
• prepare for Wednesday's Mock Code
• write, write, write that 20 page paper
• practice
• Wind Symphony
• catch up on House, prepare to mourn the loss of television

On Wednesday I will fake it with a coding mannequin, on Thursday I will experience cancer, on Friday I will go crazy with nerves, and next Saturday is the day we've all been waiting for- BAND DAY.  I can't believe it's a week away.  And I can't believe I'm going to get all that done this weekend.

Well.  Here we go!

And P.S.  I forgot to mention one thing my friends are good for last night in my stupor: hugs.