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I awoke this morning just as tired as I was before I went to bed last night. I just don't have, as my mother would say, a clear conscience.

First off, I couldn't remember if I'd taken my Lunesta; I kinda remembered taking it, but was that memory from this night, or many other nights? I wondered about that until 22:00, when I got up and took one... another one? I don't know. But I kinda think that I went to sleep shortly after that, but kept awakening.

So, sleep problems aside, I spent the day in the scan room, and it was fun, as usual. We were fairly busy, but we did get a lunch break.

And this afternoon I came home and started working on computers, and I finally got the drivers loaded for the eMachine. The solution, of course, was much simpler than I had thought it would be, dammit. All of that brain-power thinking the problem through went to waste.

Although, technically, anything that gets anyone thinking is not a waste, heh....

O'wait! I take that back, after some astute observing of the world around me... and the people who are thinking.

And I am sleep-deprived enough to be getting silly.

Don't you roll your eyes at *ME*, dammit!

And I'm thinking that the guy who shot the judge in Reno looks an awful lot like Scott, the guy in California that killed his pregnant wife. Uncanny, that is.

As I'm ageing, I'm paying a lot more attention to what older people, mostly my patients, are saying. "Old age ain't for sissies!" is one of my favorites.

Interesting, nobody wants to get old, and nobody wants to die.

But those are the only choices that there are....

And most people don't make a choice, they just want to live.

And I'm pretty much of the same opinion. Though I would prefer to live *well*, given that choice, heh. But lacking that, I'll just go ahead and live until I can't any longer.