OK, so I missed a day. Nobody missed me anyway. I came home yesterday morning and crashed, didn't get up until 17:45, had to be to work at 19:00. My last night was really boring. I only did four patients after 23:00, compared to a normal 15 or so. I did have quite a few AM portables in the intensive care units, though.

I spent most of my free time socializing, something I enjoy more and more as I get older. I used to really be afraid of letting people see the "real me" and now I don't worry about it at all. If they don't like what they see, tough. I'm a lot happier with my attitude now.

I will be going fishing tomorrow, probably by myself, since Doug can't get off. Joe Ribeau, a friend at work, might go, but I'm not counting on it. I'm going out to Betsy's after the big monster again.

Karen and I are going to spend a lot of together time this weekend, somehow or another. I'm not quite sure what or how, but we really need to. I put together all of the poems I've written to her over the years, it's going to be a 12th anniversary present. Re-reading the poems makes me love her even more!

I'm still really enjoying doing this journal. I enjoy reading other journals, and I hope that people enjoy reading this one, but I don't really care. OK, that's not right, I do want people to enjoy it, but I'm not crushed because my readership is low. I usually don't have anything really interesting happening to talk about, so I just ramble, as I'm doing now. Part of that is just coming off of three twelve-hour nights, but part of it's me. After all, I'm mostly doing this because it's self-prescribed therapy, and it's fun!