i'm insanely tired - but for good reason. it's the weekend before oral path, but i've been itching to go out and dance my head off...and so i've been doing a bit more playing than studying lately. in fact, all i want to do lately is party and wine and dine. i think it's a case of keeping up with the Jones'...a friend of mine was informing me about how he happened to have a 7-course tasting menu with wine pairings (get this) with the winemaker from the australian barosso valley last week...and he even KNEW i'd be jealous! i am! and i haven't been in toronto for a while, so it is about time for me to spend a weekend catching up with the 'rents and to once again re-cosmopolitanize myself by means of a brulee at brassaii and some wine at crush (unfortunately, peunice isn't here to down a bottle of rose, pass out alone in the union station bathroom, thus summoning the police to her lone cubicle...good times!)...my entire body desires escape, meaning, spending christmas in amsterdam with a friend of mine who is doing law school abroad this term, is starting to sound like a very good idea. she's been emailing us about her adventures (mostly having to do with dutch men - not much news on her school "work", except as a byline: "school ok had a test" - but novels and reams about escapades with foreign men) and by waves and gallons, i'm feeling restless a bit and thus i'm game for some extensive travel. i'll make a deal with myself: if one of my patients fails to show up for a prized DPR spot, i'll throw up my hands, pick up a bag, and go.

time for bed. tired.