On Being Tired

I want to close my eyes

And drift into the sea of oblivion

A land beyond reality

Little elfings hop and skip in glee

Soar above the clouded sky

I listen to the singing stars

Their lullaby that soothe and heal

But slumber keeps away

It hides yonder

I cannot find

So wait I must till night is here

Till the day is done

Sorry for that bit of rambling. My brains are fried. I am tired. Just finished with the day's work. The new batch of PRPs (provisionally registered pharmacist) are here...or rather, a new batch of empty slates, eager (well, most) and willing (they don't have a choice really) to work. Experience dictates that 70% (or maybe even lesser) will belong to the initiative group while the balance will test our patience to no end. This is the group I dread...the group that expects to be spoon fed and pampered with information...the group that's lazy...the group that will potentially make mistakes. I just pray not fatal ones. So if you (the latter group) are reading this know that I may appear to be harder on you...but that's because a patient's life is at stake. Welcome to the real world!