No rest for the wicked, heh, and none for me either.

I'm not really sure where I left off yesterday, but it doesn't really matter. My mind is in a deep fog, and will remain that way until I get some rest.

The entries are unavailable right now 'cause I plugged the PMCIA (or whatever it is) card in while the laptop was booting, and I don't know if I fried the sonovabitch or not. I really shouldn't be doing anything at all technical when I'm in this state, heh.

I will put the Saturday and Sunday entries above this one when I get shit going, though. That's a promise.

So, let's just figger that I quit writing about 17:00 yesterday, right after the Chiefs just barely won their game against Oakland. I remember seeing snow during the last play, but it wasn't snowing here, even though it was supposed to. Colder'n hell, though, with a sharp north wind... but I digress.

Uh, let's see, what did I digress from? It's a mystery....

O'yeah. The evening... and the night. Sucked.

I got maybe three hours of sleep, a patient every two hours, and I wouldn't have got that, but the night tech didn't give me a wake-up call... or, if she did, I either slept through it or I talked to her without waking up. I surely don't remember.

So, I woke up at 07:00, at which time I had wanted to be in the department working. Didn't happen, I got there about 07:20 though, and I was *way* more than 20 minutes behind when I started.

I was on the console today, and I did catch on that I was making mistakes. I do believe that I caught every one, but by 11:00 I decided that I had to call it quits, my brain was just not up to the demanding pace of an ordinary day.

So I did what any right-thinking atheist would do... I came home. I'm pretty sure that my co-workers are not happy with me, but they would have been even unhappier had I continued in my present state. The work that we do requires good judgement on a minute-to-minute basis, and I'd done well all weekend, but my brain was done with that shit, it just wants to shut off.

And that's just one of the things that I love about online journalling... nobody notices when your brain shuts off. Either that, or they're just all too polite to mention it.

That was a joke, for all of you who might be wondering. The web is not known for politeness of any variety.

No, I have to kinda take that back, there are millions and millions of polite people on the web. You usually just hear about (and from) the impolite ones. The great majority of the readers of this journal, for instance, are very polite people. And they have many other good qualities, which I will get into some time in the future.

Anyway, back to my physical exam Thursday... jump around a little bit, anyone? Anyway, I got one of those old folks pneumonia shots, good for five years, it is. I asked if they were gonna keep track of it, and the nurse told me that I better do that, just to double-check them. So I thought that I would write it down here so that I can do a search in three or four years and check on it.

I also got the old finger up the ass, and that was OK, and the PSA was good, and none of my moles looked any more cancerous than they did last year.

While I was waiting in the waiting room to see the doc, I was reading a TIME mag, and read a little blurb that stated that if you have an alcoholic father, you were about ten times as likely to have a bad sweet tooth. And at least a 30% chance of being alcoholic yourself, to boot. I didn't check the references, if there were any, but it seems to fit me pretty well. Love candy. Love whisky. Wild women, though, are *way* too much trouble, heh.

Well, OK, got the other entries, the laptop is OK, and now it's time to do some guitar playing and then get a nice rub from Karen and then I'm gonna sleep twelve hours or so....