I did finally get a good night's sleep, and I'm gonna get another one tonight. Karen, Andy and Karla and Matt left this morning about 11:00, I guess it was. I spent most of the day working on old computer stuff, cobbling together another Linux box. And thinking: do we really deserve a foreign policy re:terrorism that is so inconsistent? According to Baby Bush, every country that harbors terrorists is a terrorist nation. And this puts the Palestinians directly in our gun sights, right? Well, no, that's a "special case". The fact is, our "Allies" in the region, well, they're not really keen on the idea of being anti-terroristic if it's, uh, *them* who are the terrorists. Or their buddies, y'see. And Bush is trying to scare up some help to get Saddam Hussein, and it ain't workin'. And he's looking pretty stupid from where I sit... but that's nothing new, is it? On the other hand, people aren't rushing to hear my take on the world situation. I really think that if it wasn't for my eternal optimism, I would turn into a bitter old man. I've already got the *dirty* old man part mostly perfected, but the bitterness part, well, that needs a lot of work. But I don't give up easily, and I've got a lot of years to perfect it. Speaking of dirty old men, we had a patient the other day, he played the dirty old man part to perfection, cracked the girls up... until they saw his scan. They were real good actors with him, but I could see that he could tell that something was wrong with them when they got him off of the table.... Things like that will make me a bitter old man. Well, no, they won't. They haven't yet, anyway. Or maybe... maybe I don't know what I'm talking about. Some people think that I'm too ambivalent, but I've never really been too sure about that. One thing that I know for sure, though. Give Me Immortality or Give Me Death!