Reality can be a mighty bitch somedays, what with her regulations, to do lists, and the like.
Her latest trick? Crushing my intentions to scurry over the border to Portland for a year to do my internship. Despite the fact that our internship programs are supposed to be a North American wide system, apparently all the VA hospitals in the U.S. are closed to Canadian students.
*Princess pouts and stomps her feet*
Granted, there are a few other internships available in the area, but they aren't good fits for me, and I promised myself I would make this experience more about the program than using it as a crutch to live a glamourous life in my city of choice.
Next thing, they are going to tell me that my pet unicorn has been delayed at customs. Daydream crushing bastards.
What cruel thing has reality thrown at you lately?