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Trying to sleep last night, I wrote a six-verse poem in my head, but I couldn't be bothered to get up and write it down... 'cause I was gonna go to sleep any minute, yes I was!

And then woke up by the phone at 08:30, dammit. So I was up for the day.

Messed around with computers much more than I care to anymore... and didn't get anything done right, either. Zephyr was getting a lot of errors from the CD drive, so I tried cleaning it, then I replaced it. Then the XP files loaded great... but wouldn't run, dammit. Once again, it's acting like it doesn't have a primary disk.

And I'm just too tired to screw around with that stuff any more.

I got called right at 17:00, and I've been back and forth four times so far. Makin' lotsa dough, but I'd be a lot happier just to be able to sleep.

It's kinda interesting, not smoking in the truck on the way to and from the hospital... it doesn't really seem so bad. And the ten hours that I spent yesterday weren't bad, either, come to think of it.

It's the time spent when there's nothing to do that's bad, I know from past experience.

That's an odd phrase, "past experience"... like there's a future experience that I can draw on, somehow? Freakin' deja vu... in reverse, heh.

Well, it's been an hour since I've done a patient, dare I go to bed? I think that I'll chance it, just 'cause if I don't I'll regret it if I don't get called for the rest of the night... I know that I have some floor patients in the AM....