ICKY.
So...yea, work. Woo-hoo. We had a really cute patient in here, though. He was a playing football and injured his right arm. Ouch. He was only 16, but he was ruggedly handsome.
I WANT TO GO HOME.
I SHOULD STOP MY BITCHING BECAUSE I MAKE A SHIT LOAD OF MONEY, BUT I WON'T.
SAVE ME, SOMEONE.
*dies*