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December 18, 2007
Driving to school in the dark 6:30 morning, I thought it was Wednesday. Ha! Ah well, another day in a place I love to work, with people I enjoy being around. Life’s been a lot worse.

Creighton’s having a hard time at night. Cries out, swears at himself, shouts at his demons, says things like “I should just kill myself.” Sometimes comfort helps, and always anti-anxiety meds help. Wish the docs would get it that he really needs more than they allow. Sometimes I resort to sleeping in the guest room; the futon always floats me into deep sleep.