Monday, Monday

I had my med psych exam today, which I thought was fair (you don't seem to say that too often after taking a test). I got my grade emailed to me and was very pleased with my results.

Did my normal routine of going out to dinner after an exam. As I was heading to Simpson Bay, I got stuck in traffic. No biggie, as the bridge often goes up and you just have to patientlly wait a few minutes.

Fast forward an hour and a half later. What in the world happened? It wasn't the bridge going up that caused me to be stuck in bumper to bumper traffic. Something happened, but what, I don't know. As far as I could see, traffic was stopped. It took me an hour and a half to go the short distance from school to Tequilla. Crazy. (I'm sure you're wondering why I didn't just turn around and go home, but it was one of those things that every time I thought that, we would move forward a couple of feet. Then, I would think to myself, "well, we've come this far...")

Dinner was superb, to say the least. A nice treat for hard work.

As usual, I saw a lot of cool things: from people watching to plane watching to a great view with a nice breeze at the restaurant. But, as usual, no camera. I will make it up, somehow.

Time to end this discombulated message... call it "free association" that I learned from Freud.