One more night of night shift. One more night of staying up too late, since I turn into a pumpkin at 9:30.
One more night of bullshit schedule, then I can go start putting my resume out there. Because Joules is right. I am so worth it.
One more night of work fucking over my personal life and really making it difficult to make a meeting. And judging from the friend who just walked back into our magic bus after a relapse, I do not want to miss any more meetings.
I am grateful to be alive today. I am grateful to have a program, and I am grateful to have people who love me enough to want to save my ass.