Everyone seems to be crazy.

Except for my dog. He's sane.

My work is nuts, my friends have either gone nutty or have jumped ship, and I'm beginning to believe in this astrological stuff, because it's the only thing that could explain it. The moon must be in the fifth house of crazy or some shit.

I got another email from my friend, who now is pushing the oncology nursing, or hospice nursing (Is this her way of saying I shouldn't be taking care of patients that have any hope of living?) God, I try to not be offended, but really, when you read between the lines it's downright insulting. If she had changed careers and decided to go into architecture, would I have told her that it's a big responsibility, and to stick to model building? Or to maybe go into designing grain cylos, because those are so rewarding, and you can't kill many people with those? I don't think I would. The more I read what she says, the more it screams out "you can't get where I did without paying your dues first!"

Some friends you just have to cut loose, I guess, when it becomes evident that they're not really there for you. I have no problems doing this, usually, it's just that like I keep saying--she's like a big sister, and it sucks.
Anyway.

It's leap year, and I was hoping there'd be all sorts of cool club events tonight (being a Friday, too) but nope...haven't found anything interesting yet. Maybe after I get some sleep, I'll check the Bay Guradian.

Peace out, peeps.