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Kenny wanders into his room, looking a little lost. The disoriented feeling he's had here over the past few days has multiplied today. He sits down in front of his laptop, legs crossed. Opening the journal client, he begins to type.
Happy Thanksgiving.
I guess that's in order, yes? I don't really know what's going on here for Thanksgiving. I've kind of been keeping to myself. It's a lot easier than trying to deal with everyone. I think someone named Adam might've hit on me the other day. He was kind of cute.
I didn't realize how much I missed home until I woke up this morning expecting to smell turkey cooking. You know what I smelled instead? FUCKING SANITIZED EVERYTHING! This hospital smell would drive me to drink if, you know, I ACTUALLY HAD ACCESS TO LIQUOR.
Fuck this. I need a cigarette.
K
Kenny presses post and shuts his laptop violently. After fumbling under his pillow for a pack of cigarettes, Kenny exits the room.
Happy Thanksgiving.
I guess that's in order, yes? I don't really know what's going on here for Thanksgiving. I've kind of been keeping to myself. It's a lot easier than trying to deal with everyone. I think someone named Adam might've hit on me the other day. He was kind of cute.
I didn't realize how much I missed home until I woke up this morning expecting to smell turkey cooking. You know what I smelled instead? FUCKING SANITIZED EVERYTHING! This hospital smell would drive me to drink if, you know, I ACTUALLY HAD ACCESS TO LIQUOR.
Fuck this. I need a cigarette.
K
Kenny presses post and shuts his laptop violently. After fumbling under his pillow for a pack of cigarettes, Kenny exits the room.