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
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
I feel crap today; this is karma for bemoaning people's inability to cope with pain. For what it's worth, I'm keeping my intestinal colic to myself; except for you lot.
And... I'm haemorrhaging followers. From a peak (!) of 17, down to 13... something I said?