Yeah. This part of the year still makes me sad. You try and pretend that it’s still summer, but it’s not. Especially not here in Chicago. Over Labor Day weekend the temperature must have dropped 10 degrees.

The thing is, nearly three months of my 4th year of school has been eaten up already. In the time between the conception of an embryo and the delivery of a fetus, I will somehow (1) figure out what I want to do with my life (2) get all the requisite bits and pieces I need to complete my application so that I can match to a residency program (this is where I am completely stuck, and I know that it is going to be a long and painful journey) (3) interview (and I hate interviewing) (4) figure out where I want to go.

I am guaranteed to not have any piece of mind until March. And maybe not even then.

Bah. September always depresses the hell out of me.