Health to you!

You know, I think tonight into tomorrow would be a perfectly good time to sleep for about 48 hours and not get up except maybe to visit the toilet. You'd think being a shift supervisor would save me from having to work back-to-back twelve hour shifts, but no. I don't even know why I stopped in my journey to dreamland to pick up this journal in the first place, and now I'm rambling.

Oh yes, that's why. I remembered that I wanted to inform the world at large that you lot should be grateful not to have pushy mothers who nag you about getting married around the holiday season, moreso than almost any other time in the year (except at your birthday). I envy those of you without pushy mothers, especially those of you without pushy mothers who can yell at you in two different languages.

Now. Bed.

I think I may have to readjust my schedule to ensure that I'll be able to attend the Christmas Fair, even if only for an hour or so. It sounds like great fun and a great chance to get some Christmas shopping done, for both Christmasses. I haven't even started yet...I just haven't had the time nor the energy when the time was available, and I keep meaning to sit down first and make a list of everyone I need to shop for and what I'm going to get them.

Of course, my mother's already started wondering if I'll be bringing home anyone special for the holidays, which...well, that just adds a whole new element of fun to the equation, doesn't it?

When I was a second year (a very long time ago), I was determined to get good enough at Quidditch to be on the Hufflepuff team the following year. I wasn't very good, and I wasn't very smart about it...I went out to practice in a snowstorm and ended up crashing into the goalposts. I was in the Hospital Wing for a couple of weeks, and it scared me away from Quidditch for pretty much the rest of my life.

Well. It didn't scare me away completely, but suffice it to say that I never tried out for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. I'm pretty sure it's an essential part of attending Hogwarts for anyone who likes Quidditch at all, the first injury, I mean. It's still a great game.

Also, I'm feeling much better now, thank you.

Let it be known that I absolutely hate the flu and all of its implications. It's frustrating enough to see patients with all sorts of weird and wacky ailments, but when one passes on the flu to me, I am Not Happy.

That said, if any kind souls felt compelled to stop by my flat bearing hot soup and cold juice, I would love you forever.

You know, I really have to agree with Mary on several different levels. These journals are as entertaining, if not moreso, than the Wireless. And, what's more, reading here doesn't require me to get up and flip through stations, looking for something good. It's all just about flipping pages, which is much more soothing and relaxing. SO! For less effort and an effort that's more soothing, I get as much, if not more entertainment, than I would from the Wireless.

Sounds like a pretty good deal to me.

Also, I want to take this opportunity to remind people to be careful with your bonfires, fireworks, and so on, tomorrow night. No one likes dealing with nasty burns.

I've always rather loved Halloween, or at least most of the aspects of Halloween, but I have to say that I'm still not very fond of the mischief people feel the need to make on Halloween. Yesterday at the hospital was just a blast...this one woman came in and had transfigured her head into a pumpkin in order to be "festive." As if that wasn't bad enough, she got into a fight (somehow) with the mother of a nine-year-old boy who'd been given bat wings, and by the end of it, Ms. Pumpkin had been tranfigured into Ms. Pumpkin Pie and Mrs. Bat Wings was so covered in boils that she couldn't see.

The joys of working in the Spell Damage Ward. Thank God I've had today off to rest.

( Application: Hestia Jones )