Due at the hospital for 0630. Fuck. Tell me again why I skipped out on a art major in favor of nursing? I mean, instead of looking up 25 medications and slaving over care plans, I could be painting murals or sketching flowers or dancing half naked around a bonfire with my friends while a sexy Spanish guy plays a bongo or something (not that I have put too much thought into that).
This whole routine is getting really old, really fast.
They tell me it is worth it, though. "They" must have forgotten how much it sucks getting through it.