Find myself demoralized today. I was filling out the paperwork for the insurance on the car today and one of the letters was a warning that I might well be sued and that the cost would probably be more than the insurance company would be willing to cover. Great--some guy crashed into me and now can sue me for whatever he wants. I see these people every day--they come into the ER days after an accident and they have some mysterious unidentifiable ailment that they want me to "document". The cops warned me about this--when they saw I was in my scrubs they told me I'd probably be hearing from his lawyer. What a fucked up society. The reasons to leave California get better each day. Also, with me working an ER schedule and the Biscuit working weekdays and going to school at night and going to the Corps one weekend a month we don't see much of each other. Dismaying. We end up spending about one day a week together. U-561