Sorry. Second post in one night.

It's funny working the night shift how often my mind can change, or my whole mood can change, once I've acclimated to being here. In fact, sometimes I'm even glad I'm here after the first two hours of running around taking vitals and chasing down nurses is over. It can sometimes be peaceful. There is a hum. The computers hum and the furnace blows, sort of. It never really feels warm, but I like it cool because I wear layers and I hate being really hot while I'm working.

But I feel better about my haircut. And I love people. The last one is more important. I LOVE people. I didn't always. I did live inside myself once, and I only loved the people that were loveable. People I thought were awesome, you know? Now I feel like I can even love people I hate, in a way. God has changed my heart, in those respects.


also, I think that we just want to go on adventures. Us. collectively. the boys and the girls, they want to be heroic and heroinish.