...and sometimes I just sits.

This is a saying that my Mother and Father used back in the old days. I always thought that it was funny, but I have been thinking about it lately, and it's kinda pathetic. It will be the subject of a forthcoming rant soon.

Lousy night at work last night. One of those nights when nothing goes right, and no sympathy from anybody, because everyone else's having the same kind of night. Many uncooperative patients, for reasons ranging from dementia to drunkenness to age (both ways). 2/3rds of this I can sympathize with. My tolerance for drunks is reaching a new low.

Brian is visiting us this weekend. He's an awful cute little kid. Getting to be a smart-alek, though. Karen's still sleeping, and he's in the living room banging around on something, I guess that I should go see what it is.

Tired. I think I'll read the paper, take a shower and go to bed. I start the twelve-hour days tonight, so I gotta get some sleep.