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grrrr
A LIST OF MY WOES:
- I have the headcold from hell, rapidly evolving into the chest cold from hell
- I also have huge piles of assignments and studying to do but no brainpower or motivation (see: the cold from hell)
- My rural GP placement is not nearly as wonderfull as my urban one*
- I am stuck in a tiny country town (it's beautiful! it's still TINY) where there is only one bookshop (not even secondhand, ergo: expensive), my hosts try to make me talk when I am reading, and I expect one can't get a decent laksa or roti canai for love or money
- I am now addicted to MasterChef Australia, and as such will be plunged into despondency when I return to College and my lack of television
*Although I am now the INR-measuring queen! If you ever need someone to make another someone bleed carefully onto delicate pieces of scientific equipment, I am your girl.
Really, what I need is a week in which I do nothing except lie in bed (drinking varieties of tea NOT MADE BY FUCKING LIPTON) and mainline something involving and wonderful like Farscape. Instead I will be killing time at a disorganised practice and dragging my illness-addled brain through my cardiology notes and my EBM assignment.
I'll just be over here longing for the ability to punch the world in the face.
Tell me something cheerful about your life, flist! (Or have a nice cathartic whine. I don't mind. Whichever you like.)
- I have the headcold from hell, rapidly evolving into the chest cold from hell
- I also have huge piles of assignments and studying to do but no brainpower or motivation (see: the cold from hell)
- My rural GP placement is not nearly as wonderfull as my urban one*
- I am stuck in a tiny country town (it's beautiful! it's still TINY) where there is only one bookshop (not even secondhand, ergo: expensive), my hosts try to make me talk when I am reading, and I expect one can't get a decent laksa or roti canai for love or money
- I am now addicted to MasterChef Australia, and as such will be plunged into despondency when I return to College and my lack of television
*Although I am now the INR-measuring queen! If you ever need someone to make another someone bleed carefully onto delicate pieces of scientific equipment, I am your girl.
Really, what I need is a week in which I do nothing except lie in bed (drinking varieties of tea NOT MADE BY FUCKING LIPTON) and mainline something involving and wonderful like Farscape. Instead I will be killing time at a disorganised practice and dragging my illness-addled brain through my cardiology notes and my EBM assignment.
I'll just be over here longing for the ability to punch the world in the face.
Tell me something cheerful about your life, flist! (Or have a nice cathartic whine. I don't mind. Whichever you like.)
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My google-fu is weak on the subject of restaurants in Maclean but there's definitely a Thai restaurant in Yamba, probably one in Grafton as well. Yamba's a good bet because it's a tourist town. All this is assuming that you can get to any of these places, sorry about that.
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And, you know, if it makes you feel any better, I'm working alone in a lab for eight hours a day with flour beetles. I don't have plague at the moment, but... it's not so pleasant.