I am quite currently working the Graveyard Shift at a psychiatric ward of the University Hospital of Iceland. I am sitting here.. not that much to do really.. and I started thinking of my b*log.

It has been nice, this first night of mine in the new job, calm and quieting.. I have had reassuring and positive communication with a handful of wonderful people, all through the Net. I am thankful for MSN messenger. What a device! And also I must extend my thanks to whomever downloaded the software onto the staff computers. I myself would not have had the gall to do it without asking permission I believe. Thanks.. whoever you are.. probably a nightwatchman like myself as it is us who most direly are in need of such modes of late-night communication on the job.

I love the night. I have no objections to staying awake through the most part of it. However, I do object to sleeping off a big part of the day. Can one be a night and day person at the same time? I seem to be. In the night I find a dark romance. In the day.. I feel more alive I guess.
A nocturnal admirer of the day, I am. I ought to start a club. Where art thou my brothers? Nocturnal lovers of days.
Tragic that it is almost inhumanly possible to experience the whole of night and the whole of day without losing grasp of reality. The body and mind are weak.. plus, I have heard (not sure how reliable my sources are) that by staying up nights one shortens one's life.
Can it be true? Is it worth it? Has anyone done a scientific survey of whether death rates at a young age are common among nightwatchmen?
Will I die young because of this one summer of nocturnal labour? (By young here I mean any age up until the age of, like, sixty I guess.. in our day and time sixty is not really that old, is it?)

I do prefer my nights to be dark though. June and early July in Iceland is not big on darkness. Midnight sun, fascinating.. but bothersome to those who like the silky embrace of the dark.

Zzz,
..kH

Hello all.

I have recovered. My injury now looks like a piece of art on my right forearm. Pretty colors, spanning from deep and dark blue to sunset yellow. Stunning really. I feel like one of those people who cover their body in tattoo. A walking picture. Beautiful being. An Artman.

I am home.. HOME .. in my enveiling and loving homeland. The land where I have loved the most, where I have the most memories, where I feel at home, completely at home. I am happy. Excited and glad. It is time to drink in every single passing moment, and diving head on into every single shared moment with loved ones. It is time.

I am here. And here I will remain for as long as I can. That gives me at least three months.

Glee,
..kH