All Right.
Whoever the fuck it was that replaced my Prozac with a placebo... it's not fucking funny.

Not fucking funny at all.

Long night, not too busy but busy enough... my main room is down now, so I have to do all of the patients in the main department and it's a major hassle. Part of the problem is that most of the equipment is rather old, and not really suited for emergency-type work... the other part is transportation to and from the department.

Which means more miles on my old legs.

Which makes me tireder. And I was already pretty damned tired. Oops, tard. Fergot the accent there fer a minute. See how tard I am? Makes me goofy.

I seem to be getting no pleasure out of any aspect of my life lately... and it's depressing. I usually love every minute that I'm awake and every second that I'm asleep. I don't like it this way.

Well, one more night, then off for a week, maybe that'll do the trick, turn me around.

Well, I can hope, anyway...