Well...Here I am at work. I have my little cubbyhole in the back today where I wait for patients to come in. Imagine that- I'm waiting for patients to have an emergency. Today's shift is a 6:30a-5p so I am already tired. Actually, I never really woke up! After that I have a load of dishes waiting for me, countless heaps of laundry, and just a general "pick-up" of areas of the house from the weekend - If I'm too tired when I get home from work I'll simply crash on the couch, turn on my favorite sit-com and put some soup or some sort of something to eat on and save the rest of the housework until tomorrow after school. Either that or wait until about ten o'clock when I usually get my second wind. ;) You ever notice how laundry never goes away? It's always there...A growing pile. And so you have to waste money from laundry detergent, the electric bill from the dryer, and spend uber amounts of time folding clothes that will just end up in that bottomless heap again by next week! It's exhausting; however, if someone did invent something such as disposable clothing, I'd probably be too much of a tighwad to buy something that you wear once and throw away. Gaaaaah there goes the nurse again, marching his way to triage with a handful of clipboards to fill up and bring to me. And here sit I, mentally begging him to put a "closed" sign on the counter and tell those chest pains and broken arms to wait until tomorrow.  No... I'm really not that mean. I really enjoy my job - besides today I had the unmatchable oppurtunity to see a toe - the second toe, to be specific - completey bent off sideways. It made little shivers crawl up my back, and as much as it made me want to turn away, I kept having to look! GROSS. Today marks the anniversary of something special. I'm not sure what it is, but I'm sure something special happened on this day, sometime. Wow, peeps. The other day I was able to go back and youtube last week's American Idol songs. I don't get to watch that show much anymore... But I am simply fascinated with David Cook and Brooke White. But not as fascinated as I am with my newfound artist that -of all things- my dad introduced me too. I was showing him some Michael Bolton music, and he thought it sounded similar to a hippie-aged musician named Joe Cocker. I don't know, maybe I'm the only person on the planet to have never heard of him but - nevertheless - I went and bought a cd (and, mind you, I was actually thisclose to buying 2) and I really love it! The music can be a bit overwhelming but his voice is actually awe-inspiring. Ah well. And off I better go with my endless thoughts... until next time I have the random inkling to post up here, which I am hoping to make a bit more frequent, as I think it's good for me to write my own thoughts for once, rather than rambling on at what I think my teachers would like to hear. ;) Cya - Kris | 
