Well, this is f**king ridiculous. Two nights in a row I get my ass run off. I'm gonna protest, or something. Well, I know that I won't be able to find anyone to protest to, so I'll just write it down here.

O'yeah, I just did that, didn't I? Heh.

Heh... I picked that up from a well-known journaller... guess who? No, I won't tell you... I don't happen to remember, y'see.

Anyhoo, last night was busy busy busy. Nothing big, nothing really interesting medically, just busy. I did x-ray a lot of nice people last night.

People are generally fun. I do my work well and try to keep a good attitude about it. Last night my legs felt like they were going to fall off, but I still have to joke with my patients... it's the only way I can keep going. And most of them seem to appreciate it.

There are some, however, that are completely humorless. Them I make jokes about behind their backs to the other employees.

Of course, there are sometimes (though very seldom) when humor is inappropriate. I do have the ability to recognize those times... and when I don't, someone will always remind me...

Death is not always a joking matter... but it is pretty frequently.

Well, I've already written more that I thought that I was capable of right now... it's bedtime for this bozo.