Ridiculous Ramblings, Really

My three weeks of freedom are over. I'm afraid to count how many days I actually stayed away from work. I think it were less than five.
Obviously I'm completely mad. And a workaholic, but that's nothing new.

So what did I *do* in that time?

• Trying my best to compile most of the data on any dog that walked out of the clinic with a transdermal fentanyl patch in the last two years
• Occasionally designating a patient a test subject and collecting lots of data from them too. (Expected time to finish with my doctorate at this pace: too long)
• Being amused how my attempts at randomizing by throwing a coin all came out with the same result for a whole week
• Failing to get a photograph of Bob the cute piglet that came in on M's shift. (No, I don't work in a mixed clinic. Pigs are definitely *not* our usual clientele.)
• Being shocked at Heath Ledgers death. I don't know why that hit me so hard, I've never been a proper fan or anything. Maybe because Actors of my generation are not supposed to die yet? Or because I've unconsciously picked those people likely to die soon and he wasn't on the list? Whatever it was, it was a very strange thing.
• Going to Leipzig for two days. I was amazed how much at home I still felt there.
• Apparently failing to take Project 2008 seriously. But how could I? It's a sort of bet between some colleagues to at least find one guy to snog every month if we can't find anything else. Opinions on this are divided in the clinic. I actually don't care very much, after all I know myself and am all about realistic expectations. If I find even one guy to show any interest in me in a year I'm lucky. So, definitely not taking it seriously. But not condemning any of the others. We'll see what dramas will spring from this as the year progresses.

And now I'm going back again, to finish up collecting everything for the study I need, be there if anything surgical comes in and later help M.
Wohoo. My life is full of excitement.

I went with option a yesterday, an evening out with some people from the clinic. I came back home at 5:30, which is actually the latest I can remember coming home, without staying over, ever.
Now, I don't think I mentioned it in the facts-about-me entry, but I don't drink alcohol at all. I don't like the taste and my grasp of reality is shaky enough when I'm sober. But I don't mind people drinking around me as it provides me with good blackmail material. and am quite happy to be the designated driver.
This made for a fun evening for me. (Of course, the Stupid Crush being there as well put a bit of a damper on my mood, because I needed to reign in the idiotic part of my brain that's forever mooning over him. It got its revenge in my dreams tonight, but as long as I'm not making a fool of myself in public over it I can cope with that.)
I really like watching people and we were a big enough group that I could do so without having to take part in the going ons to entertain the others. I did my part of that on the way from location one to location two because the pavement was covered in ... black ice (? hope this is right, it's what google tells me) an we were sliding toward our goal. Being the easily amused kind of person I am, I was running and slipping all over the place.

Normally, I don't dance (because I do so very, very badly) but after everyone was well after their 8th Cuba Libre and nagging me to dance with them, I reckoned no one would even notice my twitching. Also, the music was not particularly good so nearly everyone made of fool of themselves trying to dance.
Still, dancing is not something that makes an evening particularly fun for me. Watching others dance is much better.

This is one time of being social this month. Next week: A trip to a museum.
(I don't really make resolutions. But I like to count what I'm doing better than last year as long as it lasts).