Tales from the Emergency Department; in which a man who wallows in nostalgia, and secretly wishes he were a Victorian KnifeMan rants about his work and what passes for a life.
He's heard it might be therapeutic...
Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Any resemblence to parties alive or dead is purely coincidental
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Overslept today; not by a bit, but by a whole lot.
In fact, I was only woken by the Boss phoning to find out why I was an hour late for my shift. I had, it seems managed to sleep for 18 hours straight, through two alarms.
Insomnia, it seems gets you both coming, and going.