Small, seemingly insignificant tasks are taking massive amounts of time and energy.

Today my preceptor was gone. That makes three days out of eight.

Bummed a ride into the big city and didn't have one home when the day was a loss.

Bah!

How frustrating.

Tomorrow is my last day. Typically there is the giving of some little appreciation gift, but I'm not feeling it.

The happy ending is that my gramma and grampa came to pick me up. Then we went to rock a cheesy Chinese buffet which my grampa hated and my gramma loved.

I was pretty indifferent.

My fortune said that I should work on improving my exercise routine.

Add that to the list.