Jun 11, 2005 14:23
Things have been wonderfully quiet. Then a doctor came to see me yesterday, and essentially told me to either get better or die already. That hurt my feelings. I pointed out that I had a fever of 101, to which he had nothing to say. Then I groaned a little and he left. Huh.
There has been some muttering about getting the guys on this floor to start censoring letters again. I'm quite looking forward to it actually. Heck, if anyone has anything they want censored, I'm your man. Or Washington Irving is your man.
...or maybe Irving Washington.
yossarian,
esmeralda