My brain is hungry.

(Also, I am hungry for brains, but that's an overwork/sleep dep zombification, thus an unrelated matter.)

My job is not much for mental stimulation, unfortunately. I serve as a passive instrument, without independant function. They ask me for calls, I make calls. They ask me to admit a patient, I admit a patient. Most of these tasks are fairly simple and defined, and experience has allowed me to strip them down to their simplest levels. It's the volume, not the tasks themselves, that oppresses me.

This makes for a lot, and I mean a *lot*, of mental downtime. My brain does not shut off, nor does it handle boredom well. Usually I can feed it with surrepititious doses of Wikipedia, but the sheer number of hours I've been putting in have pushed my brain to the point where all it wants is about eight straight hours alone and a stack of new, good books. And this sort of craving for stimulation makes the day go even slower, which exacerbates the craving, in a vicious circle.

I wish I had a job where I could use my brain.