go home! please!
I am actually going home in the morning. Problem is, I'm now too excited to be able to sleep, and I managed to bat my eyelids at the duty nurse and get her to let me sit in the waiting room. I'm surrounded by A&E casualties, like this man who with a bleeding arm, and a rash-covered toddler with a gum-popping mother. They've just rolled a homeless drunk and he'd just puked onto the floor. And I'm writing in my diary and writing porn.
I want to go home, because this is all a very surreal experience.