End of a bright day Yesterday I wrote that it was pretty likely that I would be able to sleep. Ha! Hah, I say! It was full daylight before I got to sleep, dammit. So naturally, I wasted the whole damned day. So just what in the hell is the matter with me, saying something like that? Am I crazy, or what? Well, I really don't believe in jinxes or thalus or any of those other superstitions, not even the ones that I made up myself. Everything has a cause, and the cause of last night was... hell, I dunno. Because I slept well the night before, I guess. Either that or something else. Maybe I just believe deep down that I don't deserve to sleep well two nights in a row, and it's a subconscious self-fulfilling prophesy. That would just be my damned luck, wouldn't it? My mind screwing around with me again. It's probably mad 'cause I don't give it whisky, y'reckon? Hell, I'm giving it nicotine, you'd think it would be at least a little bit forgiving. Went on call at 19:00. Got called at 19:10, home at 20:30. Beat-up obnoxious drunk. But since then, nothing. Dammit, I can't make any money this-a-way! I always feel guilty about wanting to make money on call, 'cause that's like wishing misfortune on people that I don't know. But that's silly. People are gonna get hurt and sick whenever the conditions are proper for those things to happen. A guy opens his mouth once too often in a bar. A car wreck. A cancer that chose this time to block up someones' alimentary canal. A blood clot hitting the pulmonary of someone who's sitting there watching SNL with their legs crossed. None of this has any bearing on who's on call, shit just happens. So I've been told, anyway. Falls into the realm of "common knowledge". I'm not gonna predict anything about sleep tonight, I'm getting smarter. I'll just say I hope that I make some money, and I hope that I'll get some sleep. However, todays' allotment is probably all used up, since I didn't get up until after 12:30. But that's OK, in about a half-hour, I can try to use tomorrows' allotment, heh. O'yeah, last week I was talking about "hyperbaric" patients. What the word *really* is is bariatric. I couldn't remember it as I was writing, but "baric" stuck in my mind. I looked that up, and one of the definitions had something to do with weight. So I put hyper- in front of it, and wahllah! A new word! Wahllah isn't, but that might be a unique spelling.... A really sharp fellow pointed that out to me... thanx! And now I have to go do the monthly chores for this journal, this month is about over.
Twilight dreams start, inevitably
Leading to nightmares.