Blah, I've been so busy! Work is killing me. SLOWLY. I don't know, perhaps it's just that I have a sour disposition toward the whole thing. I don't really talk to my colleagues. I'm almost done with my studies, just another year to go and I'm free to join any practice I want, granted I can even get a job...we'll hope!

Otherwise, life is good. What have I to complain about? It's just a little...dull. Perhaps Jyou is right. What if I *AM* boring? What if I *DO* actually have no social life? I mean, I've had plenty of girls before, and plenty of friends, but...no one I could really call a best friend, I suppose. Hmm. It's something to investigate, I think. Investigate...perhaps I'll talk to Shuu about it. He always has interesting ideas on why people are so messed up all the time, haha. Man, perhaps I should stop relying on my brothers to tell me more about myself, but, well, it's just HARD being the older brother! 

It's not like I know *everything*. 

(That means I know a lot, just not everything. Just not those small details...insignificant...where am I going with this?)

I need to get some sleep one of these nights, god damn insomnia. 

 Since Jyou has so painfully pointed out...I have no friends. Thus, anyone who sees this journal may come to my abode this weekend for punch, delicious Italian pizza, and...eh...well, I haven't figured out the entertainment yet, but I'm sure I'll think of something.

When: Sometime in the future, perhaps the second week of June? We'll see, keep your calenders open!

Where: My apartment. What??? I'm not giving out my address over the internet. Do you think I want my home vandalized? Ask Jyou Kido for directions.

Who: No druggies or harlots with diseases. Everyone else welcome!

Why: Because I need friends? :/

I'm at work. Nuthin' doing. Seriously, you'd think my life would be a little more exciting than changing bedpans, although suicide watch is interesting enough, and sometimes when the patients are coherent, I chat awhile. All of which are generally more interesting than my coworkers. I can't wait to stop sticking IVs into people and start healing them with words (and I suppose some drugs). Can't heal them all with words, I'm afraid!

So I'm here in the hospital lounge with my laptop. The internet is patchy here, but I decide: hey! This is the perfect time for me to go on that livejournal thing my brother has been talking about and maybe attempt at being social. I am social, but it's just hard to find the time!


...alright, fine, I sit in my apartment doing jigsaw puzzles and reading detective novels. Would anyone hold it against me?

And how social can the internet be anyway, Jyou? You're on the internet..

I should get a girlfriend or something.