Sep 252002
What a dreary day. It’s like something out of Wuthering Heights, but without the cliffs, tortured romance, and British accents.
The cheap bastards finally turned on the heat. I think one of my nurses used the “don’t let the poor man in the wheelchair freeze to death” ploy with the management. Hey, whatever works.
So I’ve noticed the hit counter has risen dramatically in the last few days, which must means I’m developing a fanbase! Spread the word, dear Anonymous Reader! My goal (such as it is) is to become the next Wil Wheaton. And leave comments!
Peace,
Mark
