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Dear Vet School,

Stop the carousel please, I'd like to get off.

Respectfully,

Kate

And that is why you haven't heard from me in a while.  I deluded myself into thinking that I would get my life in order and all up to speed over Christmas break, but instead I fell back into my old college traditions and got sick.  Which couldn't have happened at a better time, really, because I didn't have to be in class and I had Eli around to sit on the couch and watch movies with me.  Also he is so tall that he was able to put up half our Christmas lights (slight exaggeration) without a ladder, which precluded my dad and I from throwing our annual Coarse Vernacular Festival.  It went quickly, but to be honest, we felt a little cheated.  (I mean, thank you, Eli, your spending vacation time decorating our house is very much appreciated.)
Now final exams are less than two weeks away and sweet mother of pearl, I am not ready.  In fact, I am paralyzed with fear and have no idea even where to start.  Confucius has some answer about thousand mile journeys and steps but that is way too logical.  Dithering is my specialty, and why waste talent?  Between now and then, there's a holiday cocktail party on Friday for the Graduate and Professional Student Association (I really like to say that because it makes me feel important) which I may go to if I can be bothered to dress up for it, and the Ski Swap (yay!) on Friday and Saturday, and then the Nutcracker on Sunday!  So clearly, studying is out for the weekend.  Perhaps I ought to get down to it.

Adios for now.

Edited: Christmas break, by which I meant Thanksgiving.  My brain is in la-la land.