May 3rd, 2003
I got the job. The first day was rough, nurses and doctors run you ragged. On the bright side, I've gotten used to sleeping a lot less since getting back home. Sometimes this worries Thrace, she says it isn't natural to only sleep a couple of times a month. I'm not sure what qualifies her as an expert on "natural" though, and I feel fine.
Back to the job, though. It's grunt work, but it's satisfying having that small amount of contact with the patients. They smile when they see me, most of them. Except Mr. Della'Alba, but the word is that he hates everyone since his "treatment" plan was just a nice word for castration. Fucking cancer, man.
I've begun publishing unfinished entries as a way of allowing readers to preview the entries which are yet to come. Also, the dates don't mean anything as far as actual in-game chronology goes.
