I think I have a case of Magwitch's Black Dog. Now I am thoroughly fed up and cheesed off to the nines.
It all just seems to have gotten on top of me and I desperately want to move back to my old university. I hate the course, haven't been exceptionally sociable and don't like the city I'm living in...... although I haven't fallen off my bike for a while.
I don't feel happy here. I actually miss [old university] more than home - to which my parents aren't very happy. The attitude of my parents is actually along the lines of 'shut up and deal with it or quit'. Nice.
The looming birthday isn't particularly helping either. Being an 'old fart' at medical school doesn't help. In fact, I'm a year older than most of the grads too (damn that masters degree!).
If it wasn't for my amazing housemates I'd be long gone by now. I guess there's a lot to be said for not living with medics.