Meg Dowell Writes

I am now more excited than ever to head to Guatemala in March, thanks to a wonderful day of team bonding and MIA insanity. And after two hours of chemistry homework (which followed pre-posting one article and drafting another), I’m ready for bed. No, seriously. Even though I have zero time to sleep, I could sleep for DAYS.

Fine, not really. Ignore my hyperbole.

I’m on to calculating enteral feeding for hypothetical patients, which is both exciting and terrifying. I don’t know why I’m telling you this. Maybe I’m hoping you’ll be as excited as I am, even though you might not even know what I’m talking about. (If you do, kudos to you. We dietetics majors must stick together.)

It’s funny how I have no time for anything, yet I make time for little things throughout my day, like updating this blog that no one ever reads, and writing poetry that makes no sense (not even to me), and pretending I’m superwoman, which I’m not.

If I were, I’m not sure which superpower I would want. Maybe I could have multiple. But which would be the most important? 

• No sleep necessary. Ever.
• Flying short distances.
• Speaking all languages fluently.
• Freezing time (could take the place of no sleeping).
• Understanding the masculine species.

Invisibility and immortality just wouldn’t be fun enough for me. Too cliche.

If I had to pick one? Goodbye, sleep. Aren’t I close enough already? And don’t even think about yelling at me about that one. Would I be where I am if I slept all the time? Well, I might be a little prettier, but STILL.

Love&hugs, Meg<3