Tard. Really, really tard. Some excitement last night, which I won't discuss here, at least right now, but everyone is alive. At one time, I wouldn't have bet on there not being one certain fatality, but Karen kept her cool, relatively speaking, and Andy is still among the living. That's precarious, though, he's walking a thin line. Then we didn't get to bed until after midnight, and I had to get up at 05:30, of course. And then... I had to run all day. My legs feel like bloody stumps, and my back is killing me. And I really, really want to go to sleep. I had a patient make a comment about me to our nurse. He said that I was "hair challenged". That really should be "follicularly challenged", I think. Still no girls rubbing my head. Carol, ya led me astray. Did I mention that I was tard? It's 17:30 now, and I've taken my pills and I'm going to bed. Karen is asleep on the couch, she said that she was just going to close her eyes for a minute. Heh, I know what that means... I took off early 'cause we had to do a no-lunch today, and I've talked to three recruiters since I got home about 15:30... they're suddenly coming out of the woodwork. I'm telling them that I'm not really looking until 15JAN2003. Karen has 14 more working days... I've got about 2600.