Crummy night, for myriad reasons.

First reason: I had to work way too hard and way too long. Too damned many patients... I did six CT scans last night, and about 40 other exams. Ran all night long.

Second reason: one of the ER nurses, a very likable young guy who was going to med school, was found dead in his apartment yesterday. Nobody knows what happened, but it wasn't suicide or drugs or murder.

Dammit, life isn't fair. Never has been, probably never will be.

Third reason: nothing, really, I'm just beat up by the first two.

Karen's cousin from San Antonio is coming by tonight for a visit... he come up twice a year to check on everyone. He still has folks in Parsons and Manhattan, and he comes by here and goes to Wichita to check on Karen's mom and sister.

And he always seems to come on the weeks that I'm tied up working. I'm supposed to go out with him and Karen tonight, but the way I feel right now, I'm not gonna get out of bed before 20:00, so that will kinda blow that. But maybe not, I'd like to go out with them, especially since Phil (the cousin) usually buys... that, and he's a helluva nice guy.

Off to take a handfull of pills and go to bed...