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My day wasn't too miserable overall, but I left HQ dragging a bit. I like what I'm doing, but I'm getting the feeling that my orientation's being rushed because my team is in desperate need of extra nurses and they want to get me out there with a full caseload asap. There's a lot that has to be processed but the orientation nurses really aren't spending enough time going over the basics with me, and I keep getting handed more and more of my permanent patients. It's not encouraging. I'm tired, and when I get tired I get introspective, and when I get introspective I get moody and depressed and downward downward etc. But, whatever, tomorrow's a new day and all that rot.

Links!
Cracked lists the seven most hilariously mismatched Superhero Battles. What Marvel fan doesn't remember #2? When we used to play "who'd win?" I don't know how we missed that one (oh, wait, I remember: we were TWELVE. Still, no excuse).

From Slate.com: She was 82. He was 95. They had dementia. They fell in love. And then they started having sex.

And, newsflash, older folk do have sex. That's encouraging. Not so encouraging? The increasing rates of STDs in that population.

And this damn cough will NOT go away. Jesus.