There is no way to shut accounts in this misery-ridden realm. I'll have to delete individual blogs and then change a bunch of other things. Looks like Blogger is doing its bit for Global Bureaucracy Inc.

The love of my life has gotten far, achieved much. But she can never run away from the fact that she was mine to begin with. This she'll have to live with.

My dog is dead. Bailey died because she ate rat poison. I threw up thinking about it. I'm ill because i see her in my dreams. All the time. Can't even look at the garden or her pillar. She died and left me stricken. She was the laziest mutt in existence and i miss her. I can't function with this grief for much longer now.

Been a long day, very draining, curiously satisfying. I feel like i've made a difference to some peoples' lives. Some food, some caffeine, some gritted teeth. Bit lazy now, though i needs must study.

It says in the paper that 31% of teenagers in a certain country think they'll be famous someday. How fanciful. Imagine trying to remember 1/3 of a country's population because they've done/not done something/someone. It feels like they need a reason to feel crushed by disappointment, like some bizarre rite-of-passage.

Not too bad today despite having pushed a patient's kidneys almost too far. I'm intoxicated but i don't know what it is. Sleepy, tired, content.

I love Jasper Fforde. I'm probably a Blue. An unsecured minority. Will it be so uncertain, the shapeless, colourless future? I can't love Jasper Fforde AND still believe in status quo. I hate you, Jasper Fforde. You've put colourful ideas into my head, the hope of hope. Glory be.

I'm getting dumber. Considerably. Placebo theorists may not agree fully with the following but sometimes admitting that you're stupider than clay-tiara-makers is a relief. No more do you have the responsibility of coherent action (since there is some unexplored relation between thought and action). I can now be completely clueless about indoor tile laying etiquette and nobody, least of all mum, would think it daft. A toast to ignorance!

Thankful for the office's clerical incompetence. And their colossal stupidity. When a monument is erected in memory of bureaucracy let there be the names of all the staff that have assigned 9 interns at the same time to Casualty. Let their contribution to falling standards to medical care's education and training never be forgotten. They are cowardly and, so, enable others to follow their un-footsteps. May their tribe increase.