Like I mentioned, life is more often than not unexpected. The reason I didn't feel like drinking was finally made clear this morning; I awoke feeling terrible, temperature and all, so I very unfortunately had to bail on my brunch outing with Daryl and Mel which we had arranged just minutes before 1am in exchange for a visit to the doctor. I felt much better after being medicated and watching the first non-Steve Jobs Apple Keynote at Macworld 2009, and decided to head out to a) buy a book to bring in tomorrow (Aravind Adiga's The White Tiger, the Man Booker Prize Winner for 2008), b) look for a hat (Springfield is now my top pick) seeing as I won't have much hair come tomorrow, and c) pick up the portable charger from Josh's place. He was asleep unfortunately, so didn't get to talk to him, and I didn't wanna disturb Jake too much longer since he was watching reruns of Gossip Girl or The OC or something. 

I'm really thankful I have friends to help me put my results in their right perspective. Though I may not openly show it, I'm actually quite happy with them. That said, in my book, they still warrant the description of pretty ok, nothing more, nothing less. But come tomorrow, I think I'll find that IB results will look incredibly trivial in the light of this new experience. After all, it's all a matter of perspective. Each phase of life, no matter how brilliant, has to end in order for more of life to be experienced.