This would happen to be my favorite font. My handwriting is much like this font, so it feels native and organic to me.

The internet appears to have returned to “functional.” Of course… place a service call with a technician or make a dentist appointment, and you will be guaranteed to have no further issue with whatever it is that has been plaguing you.

Work went well. I love my patients and my coworkers, so my relatively "miffed" attitude didn't manifest itself. The only other nurse who knows that I am going contingent is Jessica, one of the other contingent nurses. She understands how I feel.

I looked at the job postings in the paper today. A couple seemed interesting. I have become so picky when it comes to nursing jobs. A clear sign that I have been doing this for far too long. Maybe I'll go through the temp service and find a nice CSR position somewhere.

I'm drained. I'm trying to stay awake until the guy gets off work, at least. I may or may not go see him if he calls. I haven't decided yet. I probably would not be the greatest of company. He is usually exhausted by the end of the third twelve-hour day and wants to go home and sleep. Sleeping is good too, though.

He looked at me at work today... I had to look away quickly. I felt myself beginning to blush. I cannot believe that he has this sort of effect on me. That is good and not so good.

I'm going to end this here. It has been a long weekend.