January 9th, 2004

Modern Art

So glad for the weekend....

I can barely convince myself to get out of bed this morning. Tonight and the night before, both, I've woken up over and over in the middle of the night after going to sleep far too late. I don't remember my dreams, except that they're about transfusions and rounding on patients. I'm doing the same thing in my dreams I am during the day, and it's exhausting me.
I need this day off. I need it badly, so badly.
I need to be done with Surgery and doing something else. I need to go to bed earlier, but I'm craving contact with Angel, I didn't get enough over break. I don't think I could ever get enough.
I want to go home.

16 more days of work. 22 days until the exam. 2 months until March - did I tell you, O Best Beloved, that in March I get to do an outpatient month at home in Fort Wayne? They e-mailed me to make sure I still wanted to. Almost over. Almost over.
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