Oct 05, 2010 23:15
[Strikes Deleted]
I am finally out of that miserable place... I don't... want to see the hospital bill... I can barely keep up with rent, and now this... why is it that I share a respectable title with all of the miserable men who stick needles in my arm, yet they still make more than I do?
...I think I'm making borscht for dinner tonight. The beets in the hospital are flavorless... I don't remember it being this cold when I was last outside, either. Did autumn arrive already? Winter's almost here. I-I swear, if I start seeing him again, I'll go mad. Natalia, I sincerely hope that you've been feeding Laika while I was out... and not stabbing my boyfriend.
...on second thought. I'm not hungry. I think I'll just appreciate my own bed for a few hours. Vodka sounds nice, too. Assuming it's not still poisoned.
[Screened to John]
I'm... still really sorry for what I did. I can't remember if I apologized in the hospital room before because of all of those pain medications and sedatives, but... if there's any way I could make it up to you...
!post type: blog,
i wish i was an only child,
my business is not unsucessful!,
alfred f(ucking) jones,
@natalia,
dammit jim i'm a therapist not a doctor,
@alfred,
laika,
ilu morphine