2:35 a.m.

gary and i just watched 'exorcism of emily rose'. it's almost 3 and we're both looking at each other. 3 a.m... the demonic witching hour, the mockery of the Holy Trinity and of the time of Jesus' death. but i've been nursing elijah all through the night for the last 8 weeks, i'm sure i've been awake at this time before... nevertheless, i'm out of breath from running up the stairs from the bathroom. you definitely do lose some dignity when you pee with the door open, just in case...

gary is now reading theology and luci is squirming, which means she may wake up soon. she's had a fever for the last 4 days and her sleep schedule has been off too. elijah is cozy on his left side, turned as if i am still right there.

how horrible, demonic posession. i was a third year medical student on a neurology rotation. they brought in a woman with possible pseudo-seizures, which could either be a wastebasket diagnosis, or the previous docs thought she was putting on some act. her voice was abnormally low and her eyes were rolling back in her head. she seemed very rigid and her throat kept bulging out of her neck. her husband mentioned something about her 'acting strange since she had gotten lost for about a week in the woods'. she suddenly looked right at me and uttered, "get oooouuuuut!" why me, out of a team of seven people? i left quickly and without shame. i later asked one of the junior residents, who had little say in her care, what he thought of the situation. his response: "yeah. there was a lot of evil in that room."

so i'm told posession is merely a physical manifestation, although subjectively spookier, equally as hideous as the atrocities we live through every day. sometimes i'd like to forget we are all part of a spiritual battle, especially when i see luci and 'lijah sleep. i pray for a legion of angels to come to them in their times of need.

good night. St. Michael, please be with us.