I remember a time when working until nine, while not a mainstay, was more a matter of routine than now. I remember with a shudder the 56 hour stint without sleep during a busy work time, years ago. I'm older now, and if not wiser, then perhaps more realistic about what a body without sleep can do.
I didn't like missing the return of Dr. Carter to ER, although ER, like most television series this year, just seems so darn tired. I lately have a fantasy of being an ill guest on ER. I knew a woman whose boyfriend got a guest spot as a patient who died mid-show. I'm concerned that I'd get some hepatic condition that made me canary yellow.
Things are a bit more ravenous right now, I suppose, although it may be that I'm just pondering, weak and weary.