The predominantly postmodern pessimist
paid a visit to the perpetually perplexed pharmacist.
Not counting today (since it’s already past 5 in the afternoon), I only have 12 working days left at good ol’ Bates 141.
After that it’s 7 (working) days of rest, then I start at PC&V on the 15th of March. It’s been a wild ride, but unfortunately it’s on to the next adventure for me. :)
I’m turning 26 this year! Where have the last 5 years since college gone???
Yesterday I got so old it made me want to cry” —“In Between Days,” The Cure
I made my decision at around 4:30 this afternoon. Both choices have been weighing on my mind since Thursday last week, and it’s made me carry a shitload of stress, go through sleepless nights, and smoke more than my daily average of cigarettes.
I’m not about to announce my decision here, since it involves taking to a lot of people who I feel I need to explain things to. By around noon tomorrow, though, for better or worse, I’ll have made my decision official.