Good news and bad news

Good news is I've scored a day off the cleaning an ice rink building squads.

(Ice rink? Are you people nuts? Its fucking freezing enough out there!)

Bad news is the doc wants me too stay in medlab another nite so he can run some tests on my healing rates. Which sucks beyond belief. I'm going to go completely spare before tomorrow morning.

Back to memorising the herbs used in potions used for headaches. An there's always my favourite game Drive Doc McCoy completely nuts.

Paranoid much?

I think I've reached a conclusion. The more I complain an make his life hell, the longer he keeps me in here.

[Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] you are a total evil bastard. Homework? You owe me smokes. Many many smokes.

An hey, I've learned what a comma is for! If you read something allowed, you stick one in where you need to breathe or pass out.

[Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], thanks for bringing down me drawing stuff. An the book. I've not read this Gaiman fella before but I like his stuff. This Smoke and Mirrors is really good. An the dictionary was a brilliant idea, since I don't have to ping McCoy every five minutes an ask him the meaning of a word. He says thank you by the way.

Heh. Who says reading doesn't teach you nothing? I'll be a right scholar in no time.

See? Jono ain't the only sarcastic Brit in this place. *grins*

Fuck I could use a fag. Been two whole days since me last one.