I'm beginning to become a connoisseur of boring nights. This one was full-bodied and very flavorful... not too sweet, not too tart.

I didn't do an ER patient after midnight. And only several before. One big young guy who'd fallen down the stairs... sober, and whining. And all of the exams I did on him were negative.

As we say in the medical field... he was a real pussy.

Some folks say wuss, but you know what they mean, they're just trying to be cute. Sometimes cute just don't cut it.

I was almost late for work last night... the clock on the computer was fifteen minutes slow. Seems like that means that I need to change a battery somewhere... I need to get out the book, I guess, or just go looking for the battery.

Anyhoo, one more night to work. And I'm thinking about quitting smoking again for a while, damned cough is coming back. Try, try, try. Just do it, dammit, and stop talking about it... you know that I can hear you saying that...

Kosovo... what a mess. They're doing exactly what they want to do, and damn the bombs. Who are we saving? Have we saved anyone yet? I doubt it. They're making guys dig their own graves and then killing them... and we can't stop it. We think that we should, and we think that we can, but we can't. And I get mixed up... isn't it xians that are killing muslims? Or is it "religious" at all? Are those people just mean and heartless? Did their mothers bring them up to hate? Why would their mothers do that? Or did they just ignore their mothers? It's more fun to play with dad's guns, isn't it?

Is this something that I should care about, or worry about? I do worry that there are people loose in this world who would do such things, and I don't think that it could happen here, in happy America... could it? Our society prizes human life too highly... well, except where it might compete with the almighty dollar, then all bets are off...

Enough of that. I'm going to bed now...