Got nine hours of sleep today. Still not nearly enough, though. My deficit is probably up around 24 hours... I'll take care of that soon. Right now, I'm about to fall asleep.

I got my fifteen minutes of celebrity with the elevator incident. Now all of the girls rush to the elevator as soon as I look like I'm going to punch the button... yeah, right.

Lisa spent the day baking... cookies and fudge. Have I mentioned how much I like fudge? Reminds me of an argument that I got into with Kim, one of the Respiratory Therapists. She had brought some lumps of candy with her for lunch. I asked her what they were, she said peanut butter fudge. I said there's no such thing...it doesn't qualify for being fudge unless it's chocolate. The same thing applies to licorice. If it ain't black, it ain't licorice. It's red candy.

I was told that I was awfully opinionated on the subject. I replied that candy was one of the things that I'm allowed to have an opinion on, I'm going to take advantage of it.

In other news.... my nose is raw on the inside, and i'm really tired of it. At least it's not flowing full force any more. Production is down by half, only about two pounds of snot a day.

I'm looking forward to being off, but I've got to work Friday night and Monday night, so I don't really have my seven this time. OT is nice, though.

This is an absolutely endless night. (I had written abso-fucking-lutely, but I edited it, not wanting to offend anybody.) I can only remember two or three nights that I have worked when I felt so exhausted... and this after nine hours of sleep. My body is telling me something, and I'm listening, but imperfectly. Or, rather, I am unable to comply with my body's immediate wishes, because if I gave in and went to sleep, I would get fired, and my body would have nothing to eat and no place to sleep. And my brain will be asleep a long time when I die, as will my body. So it'll all work out. In a hundred years, no one will know the difference. Unless these words survive on the net that long, which I highly doubt.

A noted tendency to ramble: a sure sign of degenerating brain cells. They need O2 and rest. And nicotine. Oh, yeah, they got nicotine. I read tonight that nicotine will lessen the effects of Alzheimers disease. This is not thoroughly researched yet, but two separate studies came up with the same results. I wish they would get this figgered out before I quit smoking. Not that it really makes a difference. They will probably find out that Alzheimers is an effect of secondhand smoke, or blow-by smoke, or of living the the same county as a smoker.

Did I mention that I tend to ramble when I get tired?