December 15, 2002
Sometimes my attempts to be really nice to people at work (especially patients) really wears me out. I think I am sympathetic, empathetic, and a pretty caring person, but after twelve hours of smiling, reassuring nods, and concerned looking eyes, I am just dog tired.
I have to stay up to go to church. I hope I can stay awake.
Two more nights to go. They can't all be bad, can they?