...While you were sleeping...

I need to get something new to put on my journal banner, but my brain isn't very philosophical lately. I need some help. Think of something cool and send it to me!

It was another long, hard night. I did about six CT scans along with all of the other stuff. Drunk people falling down and hurting themselves. Drunk people running their cars into things. Drunk people hurting other drunk people. Drunk people hurting sober people. Drunk people tormenting dogs until they chew their fingers off. Drunk people getting sick. And a few sober people just getting sick.

I'm getting burnt out. Some nights it's just really hard to give a shit about drunk people. I'm afraid that feeling will carry over to sober people if I'm not careful. But I still like it a lot, most of the time. Once again, the wonderful people that I get to work with pull me through.

Karen got up and made me some toast shortly after I got home. She is such a wonderful person! Not just because she made me toast, either. She has lotsa other good qualities... but we won't get into that now.

I had a very strange dream yesterday, it had JD and Tyler in it, we were celebrating something, like new year's eve, 2000... JD was doing all of these death-defying things while we watched, and Tyler kept keeping me from getting into the doctor's good liquor. There were these big shelves with cheap liquor and beer, and the good stuff was locked up, and I wanted the good stuff, dammit. I also spent a lot of time wandering around lost in some old, rambling house, which is a fairly common scene in my dreams. Usually I'm looking for a bathroom, though, and I wasn't this time... I don't know what I was doing.

I got about ten hours of sleep yesterday, but it only felt like four or five. I'll get about eight today, if I'm lucky. And I'm going to start right now....