Ah, my cozy kitchen. My dishwasher - the selling point of this apartment - is not pictured, because I don't want anyone to make a voodoo doll of it and break it.

I felt very productive yesterday. My supervisor was out and I made a list of things to get done and I got them done. Forgetting the fact that I have only been here eight days, I felt very proud of knowing what had to get done and then actually getting it done. It was a boost of confidence to counteract all the punches in the gut I'd received over the summer. Figurative gut-punches.

Tonight? On-call again, which means awesomeness will abound until the wee hours of the morning. Yeah!