I hate when the phone rings at 2 o'clock in the morning. it can only mean one thing. i have to go in to work early. so today, i worked almost 16 hours, because i went in more than four hours early, then worked my regular 12 hours less one because i went home an hour early. I'm definitely getting too old for this. I did pretty good, though, wasn't crabby when I got there (wasn't awake, either), did the whole day with no whining. I loved the patients I took care of, they kind of made it worth being there the extra hours.

Now I'd like to get some scrapping done, but don't know if I can get out of this chair. It's so comfortable......