Slink, I wanted you to know that Josie showed up at my house yesterday. Everything's fine. We had a talk and I believe she's going to be staying at my guest house. The one Robert used to stay in. I thought you'd want know.
Also, she spoke about her mother. She said the woman was thousands of years old. Do you know anything else about this woman?
I'm thinking of taking bets on how long I can go without injuring a part of myself. I know it seems like a macabre sort of thing to bet on, but maybe it will encourage me to stop finding myself in hospital rooms with sarcastic doctors that ask stupid questions.
I am back at Victoria Lane after my surprising house guest from yesterday. Deirdre tried to teach me how to make 'flapjacks' which I believe was just a ploy to get me to say 'flapjack' a bunch of times. I ended up burning the hand I recieved stitches in yesterday. I could be a walking comedy show. At least it made Deirdre laugh. And while I worry that she was laughing at the expense of pain, who am I to judge? Any laughter is better than none.
And at least I didn't have to go to the hospital for this one and get asked questions like 'What did you do, burn yourself?' Yes. Clearly I burned myself. Way to go on that medical degree.
Oh dear, I think spending vast amounts of time here is beginning to affect me.