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!