Happy Easter, or as is said in our church: Хрїстóсъ воскрéсе! Воистину воскресе!
Or if you go old school: Χριστός ἀνέστη! Ἀληθῶς ἀνέστη!
My miserable cold of three weeks and counting turns out to be a persistent sinus infection spreading to the chest. So, for those of you counting at home, this month has featured almost going blind/ essentially not being able to use my right eye for a week and a half, a three week and counting nasty sinus infection that didn't want to stay in my sinuses, and a grievously ill (to the point where we thought he was dying) doggie. Among other things. Is it any wonder that I feel a little... cursed? Of course, none of these things is terribly conducive to work and I'm desperately behind, which is why I left for the library on a Sunday morning instead of doing Easter things as I'd prefer. Except, in keeping with the cursed theme, the med school library is on an unannounced holiday schedule and isn't opening until noon. If there weren't paper materials in this library I need to see, I would have gone elsewhere. As it is, by the time I went elsewhere, this library would be open. So I've been killing time in a school with which I'm not entirely familiar, on an uncomfortable little couch stuck between elevators and escalators. There's no room to spread out and start doing real work, and everything I've got is in full view of every random person walking past (yes, I know you're reading over my shoulder as I type, random girl).
Anyway, back to the holiday. Easter is actually my favorite religious holiday, and I'm really tired of the whole "Look at how irreverent I am" crap I see from certain quarters. Look, it's fine if you're not religious, but "ironic" hipster offensiveness is still plain offensive. Yes, I know that there are a frightening number of nutjobs that use religion as an excuse for everything from asshattery to murder, but clearly I'm not one of them, and I hardly think it's appropriate to be an ass to someone you know (or even "know") as a way of striking back or something at those nutjobs.
Fifteen more minutes until the library opens. Fricking finally.