Happy Wednesday!

Gosh, is this two days in a row I'm writing?  I might fall over.  It's nice that I can type a bit before leaving for the day.  If I had wi-fi at home, I know I wouldn't be here talking to you--there's too much distraction.  Not that there isn't plenty of distraction at the office, but technically that's called "work" so maybe it doesn't count. 

You know, it will never cease to amaze me that I can reach the end of the day and realize that I could keep going for another 4 hours, just doing the stuff I didn't have time for during the day.  I even achieved things on my To Do List.  They're To-Done.  So I should feel accomplished, right?  Why do I feel so behind then?  I have to stop myself thinking that it'd be an easier job if it weren't for the patients.  But that's too Basil Fawlty, isn't it?  The job IS the patients. 

So...  Another day done, and now I'm waiting for Irish session at the Bean tonight.  But it doesn't start till 9.  And I just got done work at a bit before 6.  That's 3 hours I have to kill.  I don't want to wander around town for 3 hours till Session starts, but I know that if I go home to have dinner and whatnot, I'll just fall asleep in the chair and won't venture back out.  If I *do* go out, I either have to leave almost immediately to catch a 9:40pm bus, or stay out till 1120pm and take THAT bus.  If I take the earlier bus, I'd barely have time for a drink, but I'm not sure I want to stay out as late as the late bus.  O, to have a car.  (O, to be able to afford a car.) 

Maybe I'll stay and get a bit more work done....  This is how it starts--a desire to kill some time that turns into a marathon work session.  Tomorrow morning I'll think, "Didn't I just leave this party?"

Le sigh.  I suppose I should go before I end up spinning my wheels any further.