i am snuggled in my “not as fresh as they were yesterday” (wink wink) sheets reading and snacking and facebooking and snuggling down in my fluffy sheets. and i DON’T want to go to work. at all. is it nursing? when i think about being on the floor with my patients, that feels good. i really like (the vast majority of) my patients. i wonder about the cutest couple on earth. will they be gone when i get there today? i worry about who i will be working with. and then there is the drive. my car tires are low and i need to put air in them before i leave. i hate doing that. i hate having to drive so much. i like my floor, i just need mass transit and some nicer coworkers. i just wanna stay snuggled down in my bed all afternoon and night.