greetings from the soviet prison hospital from hell. They don't like me much here. My oatmeal this mornign had yellow liquid at the bottom. I think it was poison. I feel like i'm the nurse's/doctor's step child that they HAVE to take care of, so they do it half-assed and full of resentment and put my plates down hella hard and slam the door unnecessarily. I'm the modern russian cinderella story.
I just got off the phone with the US embassador in Russia. He wishes me a speedy recovery, which does not reassure me at all. WHY THE F!@# IS THE EMBASSADOR WASTing his time on me!? I must be in trouble. My side hurts hecka. pray 4 me. I'm out.
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13 years ago
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