Here’s the thing: I would like to be all worked up about California and prop 8, and I would like to be ardent about Sonia Sotomayor’s nomination, but I’m too tired to get my panties bunched up about these things.  I get home and I read cheesy chick lit or recommended stuff from Oprah’s book club.

And yes, it has made me dumber, but I am too tired to care anymore.  I didn’t realize how tired I was until this morning, during rounds. In the mornings, we walk-round in the PICU with COWS, which are “Computers on Wheels” - essentially, laptops on wheeled stands that we can roll in front of ourselves so that we can type notes and enter orders as we go from room to room talking about patients.  This morning, I was leaning on my COW with my head down, and while my co-residents were busily looking up the diverticulum of Kommerell, and updating discharge summaries and entering orders, I was sneakily reading xkcd comics on my computer.  Life is just too much to bear these days.

I think part of my tired-ness is due to my shoes.  Rounds hurts my feet, despite the fact that I wear the clog-wear that is standard for most residents.  I think I need to wear sneakers.  Too tired to care anymore.