I really wasn't planning on getting my ass kicked when I went in to work last night. I was planning on lounging around, flirting with the nurses, smoking, going around to all of the floors and snitching fudge and maybe even doing some writing.

But no. I got my ass kicked instead.

And I didn't get busy until I let everyone else go home.

Dummy dummy dummy. Of course not.

Todays pic has an inset in the upper-right corner, just to let you know why people call me "The X-mas Boy". Well, they don't, really, or at least not to my face. "MMM... very festive, Doug!" is what I hear out loud... but I hear them whispering in the corners about me...

Eileene mentioned that I was the last person in the world that she would expect to see wearing an xmas earring... I told her that I just do it to fuck people's minds up. It works, too.

So... I've been up over 24 hours now, I missed my lunch, my knee, which was feeling just fine before I went to work, hurts, and I'm pretty damned tired.

I know how to fix that, though. And I'm gonna do it.