In a Past Life...
You Were: A Redhead Warrior.
Where You Lived: Central Africa.
How You Died: Consumption.
I like this meme. It only asks one question. I can do those. :)
(The song was a random iTunes choice as well)
I went out to dinner with my friend Erika, who is having a much worse time (and for more legitimate issues) than I, which helped getting me out of my funk. We had Indian food, which I swear, makes everything better. I, of course, had the chicken tikka masala, which is the perfect comfort food, creamy and savory. Afterwards, we came back and watched Enchanted which was almost enough to get me out of my cynical mood. I am supremely jealous of Amy Adams' long, gorgeous, vibrant red hair. *frowns at hair that's becoming more strawberry blond every day* I loved all of her dresses, except for her ball gown, which was a lovely shade of purple, but the bodice was all kinds of ugh.
I then finished my day by watching Doctor Who that featured another gorgeous red head (I didn't like Donna's hair the past episode, the bangs and style made her face seem square; today's was perfect), and she was wearing a toga in that same shade of purple! I loved this episode. ( cut for mild spoilers )
Stake conference in the morning. I should get up early so I could sing in the choir. but *eyes clock* somehow I don't think that's going to happen.
Oh, and my semi annual review went mostly well. They still not threatening to kick me out of the program, which is a good thing (except they brought up my license application which still hasn't been processed and the non-flexible deadline of July 1st and it's making me nervous all over again. I'm spending all next week on the phone next week to get some idea of what's going on). My interns apparently had very nice things to say about me as the senior resident, which rather shocked me, because I thought I did horrible trying to find this niche between autonomy and making sure the patient care took place. Neuro boss's only complaint with me was running behind in clinic and he's still planning on sitting in on some of my visits to figure out what's wrong. But Med boss defended me, stating that my performance was similar to the resident clinic on the medicine service as a second year, which made me feel a little better.
I don't have any call for over a week; I'm really hopeful that maybe this weekend, Chris and I can meet up. I'm sure something will conspire to make it not happen.