Monday, 01 September, 1997 08:11

It was not as good of a night as I had hoped it would be. It was, again, sheer hell. I ran all night. My legs and feet are ready to drop off.

Nothing big, nothing major, just lots and lots of patients. Lots and lots of work. Lots and lots of running... and I'm exhausted. And I have to turn around and do it again tonight...

Tomorrow morning Tyler and I are going fishing. This will be our last outing this year, probably, since he is planning on returning to Texas this Wednesday. I will miss him a lot.

Speaking of Texas, JD is having a birthday on the 6th of September. I'll have to send something with Tyler for him...

I'm too tired to write any more....