The Sock Diary

Musings of a part-time Sweaty Sock.

Saturday, March 26, 2005

I really hate hospitals

All day, all f**king day sitting on our buttts. We got in at 9am as ordered, got seen at 2:30pm! Couldn't go anywhere as they kept saying they'd be there in a minute. Cos they were so late, she-who-is-gorgeous is stuck in there overnight and I'm up late, drinking and smoking (for the first time in about four weeks) and not enjoying a sodding minute of it. And I couldn't find a Starbucks or Costas around, so settled for some made-up stuff from a no-name bar. It bit the big one, burnt coffee. Not that I'm bitter.

Really, really annoyed. Anger management classes need to be booked I fear.


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