I've been sick for a little over two weeks now, and I've had delirious dreams of lost loves. I wonder where they are now, and if they ever think of me. Maybe they do in their own delirium.

When I'm sick, I tend to stop caring about things and only focus on when I can next pop my DayQuil, so my first two weeks of this private hospital rotation have consisted of me wandering the hallways in a drug-induced haze. And when I come home, I no longer have to worry about studying, so I fall asleep on the couch to whichever college basketball game is on that night.

The one thing that I am looking forward to now is my vacation time in a little over a month. I'd like to spend at least some of it traveling somewhere, getting away. Maybe I could visit one of my friends. Friends, what say you?