The last 8 years of my life boils down to tomorrows results. At 12pm EST I will find out what I where I will be going for the next five years and what I will be doing for the rest of my life. Sounds scary enough as is? But wait there's more...there is a possibility that I go "unmatched" tomorrow which means I spend a year in pergatory
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In all seriousness, even if you don't end up back home right away, you'll have the opportunity again down the road I'm sure. Plus, you'll be making fucktons of money so you'll be able to make submarine trips back home whenever you feel like it.
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Hmm....I was expecting that to be the opening line to Kelly's post. Weird.
So its now 3:20am and I still haven't been able to sleep despite downing an entire bottle of wine. I sit here thinking, maybe I should not have turned down those neurosurgery interviews...god knows, it'll probably come back to bite me in the ass.
Fuck you time, you take too long.
Music: R.Kelly - Turn back the hands of time
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I'd suggest you just go lie down. Sometimes even if you don't think you can sleep, simply lying down helps right out. I can empathize though, since I'll be going through something similar when my defence date comes up.
Seriously though, I hope you get Halifax. It'd be good to have you around. And there's no point in kicking yourself for turning down interviews for a field you've told me would utter destroy you. Both because of the aforementioned destruction of your psyche, and the fact that the decision's already been made.
Things'll turn out for the better, whether it's sooner or later.
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