Twelve-hour nightshifts at a chronically short-staffed hospital is taking a toll on my future wife. She woke early to spend time with me before going back to work. Instead, I've crawled into bed with her. She sleeps while I type. My PowerBook plays Duncan Sheik, Nick Drake, Elliott Smith, The Sundays, and other lo-fi artists I found and bought in the iTunes Music Store. It was simple. This is good. Life is better.
