Diary of the Good Doctor
I woke up at five o'clock today to notice the house and my stomach were empty. I felt like the devil came to my door and wanted to strike a deal on recovering the spontaneity of my thought process. It didn't go well. I didn't know he wasn't in a bad mood. I wasn't in a good mood though. All I could think about were things about my future. I had to slap myself to write this just to capture the present. Convinced. Perhaps it may be obvious that I didn't go to college, but the pages of the book in my head are being pissed on in the wind. No no no school. Time to pull the nucleus in, by ball and chain. I demand it.
And what is it you desire to talk about here?
You'll see. My hospital bed in room 61a has a strange dust with tan blinds over the windows. Even with my recovery I can tell you the small detail of my room.
The Patient Dr. Lunakkin
~there's a difference between vague and ambiguous
And what is it you desire to talk about here?
You'll see. My hospital bed in room 61a has a strange dust with tan blinds over the windows. Even with my recovery I can tell you the small detail of my room.
The Patient Dr. Lunakkin
~there's a difference between vague and ambiguous