But I’m not dead yet…
So here I am, true to form, months after my last entry, and back again. I’ve got to start picking this thing up. Maybe it’ll be a good release for me when I’m sick of everything. Doesn’t really matter what I type, since I’m the only one who knows it exists.
I’ll tell you this, I am tired of school. I don’t want to go to one more class. Yes, I know, I only have one week left. But I don’t know if I can handle that week. Seems like all I ever do anymore is work and go to class, with a little bit of sleep thrown in every now and then. What’s a boy to do?
No, really, what am I to do? I’m starting to get worried that this whole Baylor Med School thing isn’t going to pan out this fall. Then what? I might be working at good ole’ McAlister’s for a while yet, at least until I can apply to a bunch more schools and see what happens there. Stress, stress. It’s rough knowing exactly how your life is going to go for 21+ years until everything just suddenly flops.
Oh, in old news, married life is wonderful. Jenn is a great girl, but we already knew that. 
It’s always nice getting to come home with her at the end of the night. She’s great company, always has been. Now I just don’t have to tear myself away when it’s time for bed. We’re not perfect, I guess we have “fight”-ish things now and then, but we’re always good about talking out what we want without completely pissing the other off, and we’re really great at working our problems out. We DO have about 1 million pieces of china, though, if anyone needs some.