I'm in the middle of a three-week stretch without a day off and I'm tired. The weekdays blur into weekends and I've been trying to squeeze in a personal life when I can. We've had multiple work-related social outings the past few weeks, which are a nice change of pace, but it hasn't helped with the perpetually-at-work feeling, or with the perpetually-sleep-deprived feeling, for that matter. I met up with Bekah and the other ex-BYGers for Jon's graduation lunch and extended it into a movie, where I got carded - a ridiculous combination of hanging out with kids and white people's inability to judge Asian aging.

I keep missing things. Richie is getting married on Saturday, which I have to miss because I'm on call. I haven't been to church in a month or so. I think I missed Joyce's baby shower. I'm sure I'm missing things that I don't even know I'm missing.

Bekah was talking about how she went through a tough time this past year, when she was struggling with balancing classes and working and her Christian group. She's wanted to be a doctor forever, but she started thinking that maybe she would have to give up her dream. She still hasn't, but she's comfortable with the thought that God will lead her where He wants. I hope that she will persevere through the moments of doubt and the testing of her spirit, and find herself purified by the fire.