Jet Lag

There are some people who are surprised how infrequently I go out in this town of a million bars. My roommate has been asked about this too and I swear that we're not flakes, recluses, or that our apartment is so amazing that we're hiding away in it and want to keep it all for ourselves.

In all honesty, we've been here for 2 weeks. And within those 2 weeks, my roommate and I have had to take our barren apartment and make it semi-functional to live in, without having a car. It's been a lot of IKEA building. We've also had orientation and a full week of classes with more dense reading than I've ever done. Needless to say that most days I'm exhausted and it doesn't help that my asthma has kicked in for the first time since elementary school.

I'm not saying that I'm the first person who's had to do this in a short period of time, nor am I trying to invoke any pity or superiority. This is just a little reasoning to myself, those who have been perplexed/concerned, and especially those who have given me grief as to my situation. I plan on enjoying the DC nightlife a little bit more once I get more settled in. Heck, even living here and visitng here a dozen times there are still touristy things I want to see. But when the time is right, I'll come out of hibernation (like I did for a UCLA alumni event, bar review, and my roommate's birthday). For now it's back to the books.