George, I found I couldn't bear to not indulge in buying you a birthday gift, so I hope you don't find it childish to have done so, even belatedly. Feel free to come over and collect it whenever you would like.~

The day after tomorrow marks when I'm scheduled to go on an outing with three other members of the hospital, two of them staff. How exciting! Perhaps we'll all learn new things about one another, such as flavor preferences and which of us can drink coffee black. Is everyone else excited to be going as well?

Have you ever had the experience of something burning in the back of the passageways of your mind, its flames licking at everything around it as though it fixed to leave nothing else in your head but that? Even my studies have failed to suppress it so far this week.


I am aching to get out of this hospital, by the way, to any of our lovely staff that notice this journal entry. It would be hard for anyone to argue that I haven't been on very good behavior for quite some time now.~

And a very happy (and belated) birthday to dear George. I do hope you're not going to celebrate living another year by smoking a death stick!