halfway between the gutter and the stars.

feeling pretty down this weekend; and beaten like an old rug.

surgery 3; the general surgery block just ended. I've learnt; alongside the med stuff from the ten CCPs; that no one is exempt from beauty bias; about the coercion of fear and the ethos involved in respect; that one needs to be free from schadenfreude influences for true progress. 3 blocks till the end of 4th year.

halfway between the gutter and the stars.

most times we traverse between the two extremes; travel between ecstacy and melancholy. and maybe, just maybe, when we finally are familiar with toe-ing the lines we gain an understanding of a middle path; attain peace in moderation; storms and sunny days. Puss used to call me sunray; and maybe its time I forge something more akin to that again. And I think some situations deserve endings before new beginnings can fully take root. =).

I've always found writing to be a form of release; and that will remain so. Its nothing a word processor can't solve anyway. But I think this will be my last post here; so toodles. Its time to focus on the living anw.

And no theatrics; just goodnight everyone. and good days ahead.