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Hello again. Haven't posted in a while, but honestly, not too much has been going on. I've been living the life of a ghost and working night float again, which involves covering basically every medicine patient in the hospital. I had some very rough nights initially, which I was too traumatized to LJ about and rehash again, so I opted to escape Boston and spent the weekend with projectjulie and emotionally recovered. Since then, things haven't been too bad. I've more successfully reversed my schedule than the last time I worked nights, so I sleep more during the day. Trying to decide between inviting myself on to someone else's Thanksgiving celebration or having one myself, since I know so many orphans who will be missing Turkey their families. leunatich called me today in between her busy morning and busy afternoon clinic, which was really nice. Ramdan is almost over. I was talking with my friend C. the other day about kinda feeling 'empty' after a somewhat unsatisfying night over the weekend. I do miss the Islamic Women's Circle that I had in Cville. Most of the young Muslims groups in Boston are about socializing, which is nice, but it's nice to actually get to talk and think about stuff. Now, someone else (my friend D) has read my short play about women in prison; have to figure out what to do with it, if anything. I started a story a while back, but haven't worked on it in at least a couple of months. It snowed for the first time in Boston on Saturday. It was beautiful, massive, downy, fluffy flakes, coating everything! Then, on Sunday, it was sunny and 65 degrees. We got the best of both ends of the spectrum weather wise over the weekend. On Friday, a friend from residency imported a Muslim dude in New Haven to have dinner with me (and our mutual friend and another of their friends). It was fine, not super awkward; he seemed like a nice, reasonable guy, but hard to know what to do with one meeting. He did ask me some pretty direct questions about my family's interest in my marriage prospects, my age, and about my feelings on the whole topic. Gotta go, chest pain!