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Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Moved by one of the nurses today, and I'm really grateful. There's a difference, when they normally "help" you to do stuff after they've bugged you for the umpteenth time and you don't do it, vs them asking you if you need help with the plug/bloods etc for new cases. I was seriously blown away. Good people do exist.

Now for the fish tank - the problem with cuttles is that they are pretty silly. They hide a lot, and it's easy to think that the tank is empty. Some of the feeder fish have disappeared, I'm hoping they became cuttlefish food instead of dying in the tank getting stuck somewhere.

The inevitable finally happened today, someone just broke down. I can feel for her. Girls that do survive become manly, and guys that make it through turn out to be jerks most of the time. It's a matter of survival.

Wenky
7:22 PM
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