It's nearly 8:00 p.m. and all my good intentions have flown out the window. I'm terribly, terribly sleepy, and the jumping jacks and leg lifts haven't done a darn thing to wake me up. Only a trip to the hospital cafeteria, where I got an egg roll, a small scoop of rice and three chicken skewers for $5.18, woke me up long enough to consider that even ghastly hospital food has gone up in price thanks to our current administration. I can't wait until November. Can you say "get out the vote"?

That aside, the next shift of nurses have come on. Our 7 p.m. to 7 a.m. nurse is Ellie, and when she came to introduce herself I thought she looked familiar. Turns out she recognizes me, too: we're in the same spin class at the Y. It's great to see a familiar face.

I can tell Zion is bored, too. When we first got here, he said, "Life gives you great opportunities, and this is one of them." I don't think he feels that way anymore. Every five minutes he's asking for something to eat which means he's bored stiff. I feel his pain. I've been reading Their Eyes Were Watching God and posting on my blogs, but I really would just rather go to sleep.

I keep reminding myself that this is only a two-day process. Tomorrow evening we'll go home and we'll be glad we did this. Zion will regret not being waited on anymore, I will think wistfully back to the short amount of time where I didn't have to cook, clean, or even get up of my tail. And so far, having watched the data collected for six hours now, I see no signs of abnormal brain activity. Of course, only a neurologist can tell for sure, but I think things are looking pretty good.