If anyone takes any issue with the company I keep, they're welcome to keep their mouths shut about it unless they actually have some grasp of the situation.

Assuming things is never very bright.

I do so hate the dreadful weight of ennui.

I think I'll take the night out.

Anyone feel like giving a girl a little company?

I assisted an autopsy today on a young man who passed away due to overdosing on nutmeg.

The need to alter one's mind with substances eludes me most of the time, but I can't fathom taking mass quantities of a cooking herb in the hopes of hallucinating.

Why do I look as though I've just been dug up out of the ground?

I felt ridiculous in class. At least I wasn't the only one.

I've never claimed to have much of a sense of humor, but medical humor completely escapes me. And I'm forced to face it every day at work.

But the money is good.

Perhaps I should have majored in medicine.

If I'd known that well built young men are prone to running nude through the hallways, I would have had my door open more often.

My god, everyone's so squeamish.

Human University life is ridiculously boring.

Work and studying, work and studying, and hardly any time for anything else. If I needed sleep, I imagine I'd go mad for lack of it. I've hardly left my dorm since the gala. I think perhaps I'm going to walk away from the inane busywork I've been assigned and go out and enjoy myself somewhere.

The network is far more entertaining than nighttime television.

I really don't have any right to complain about situations I more or less place myself into.

Alucard, where shall I meet you before the gala this evening?