Thinking out loud

Sometimes my life is consumed with so much free time, the things that I think about really does not matter.  I woke up today at 6:30AM to the loud traffic noise outside my windows and began disliking the day.  The internet has been down for an hour and I expected life would be much happier.  I dashed outside my bedroom furiously unplugged the modem and got things to work. The Facebook society has never been impressive, but yet I cannot control my addiction. Most of my so called "friends" are somewhat diagnosed with emotion deficit disorder.  I shouldn't be talking about them this way, since I am the one who craves for the comments and friends requests.  If there's a purpose for going on this social network, it is probably to expand my homosexual connection and hoping that I will meet the man of my life who can satisfies my needs. 

I am about to go a 12-hour shift today in the ER.  I don't know why doctors hate to look at EKGs when they know my job is to bring it to them each time I completed one.  The other day, I had a nurse paged me for a STAT EKG; to my utter surprise, the patient was enjoying her breakfast and hated me for interrupting.  I informed the doctor the patient was eating, his response was "So stop her eating and do the EKG." I know this doctor will rot in hell and he will experience the joy of staying in the hospital when he's terminally ill. As an aspiring nurse practitioner, I promised never to do that to a patient, who's probably going to die within a few years.

It's 10 AM, Janel showed up at my house and bought a bedside table I posted on Craigslist.  She has two mixed matching slippers, but she smells lovely.  She seemed to care so much for the items in my home. However, only bought a broken bedside table. I realized I have invited a psychopath into the house. The missed connection on CL is super intense at times.  It's another way to entertain myself during a short life crisis.