Today I'm not feeling well,I've had a massive headache all month. I never get headaches. I'm gonna go chheck it out at the doc's. When I got to work I found out that one of the bartenders died on Sunday night. He has two young daughters. I was one of the last people to know. The other hostess who found out was crying. This guy was only 30. It really had me asking questions about my own mortality. How death is always looming over your head. over your life. I love my life. I really love my life, I wouldn't trade it for anything or anyone else's life. I would hate to die. I'm not ready at all. I'm not afraid of much, but my own death is just not something I'm comfortable with. I guess I'll have to get used to it, considering the high-risk population I want to work with in the mental hospital. My patients will die, and I'll have to deal with it. 
Wheew, ok this is getting to deep. Time to watch TV.
Wheew, ok this is getting to deep. Time to watch TV.