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Well, first I went to this big costume thing that they had down at the Prosecutor's Office. I dressed up as Gregorio Wilhelm III, from Gitaroo Man.
- Location:My House
- Mood:
Tired but Happy. - Music:Rob Zombie - Dracula
KYOUYA GARYUU HIMSELF.
I decieve you not, Kyouya Garyuu has showed up at the hospital. I knew it was a good idea to show up early!
He's complaining of a headache. Probably just performed too loud or something. I'll see what I can do. 'Til then, I'll be Running in the 90's! That song wins more than you can possibly imagine.
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OK, I've set him up for an examination. It's certainly a strange case. What could be wrong with him? He has quite possibly the largest headache I've ever had to work on. It could be anything. Is it stress-induced? Did he hit himself? Does he have an imbalance in his lower ear? Is it a new disease? Dear God, I hope not. I don't want Kyouya to die... Who would make amazing music after that?
You know, after rereading that, I've realized how immature I am. I'm a DOCTOR. I shouldn't sound like this!
Am I not right for the job?
Help me, someone....
If only the Director was still alive......
Maybe I should leave.
I'm not sure if I should remain a doctor.
I'll update again after I look at Kyouya.
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Well, exams done. He's not going to die, thankfully. He just had a bit of a migraine. We've provided him with some prescription drugs. Hopefully he'll get better.
He's given me some tickets for his next show! Maybe I'll take Emi. She likes Garyuu Wave as well....
--Matthias Degrassi, Uncertain M.D.
- Location:The Hotti Clinic
- Music:Initial D - Running in the 90's
I'm actually typing this at work. It's been a slow day, but I'm just so tired! That's why I hate Sundays. I never can feel motivated...
ENTER BLUMCHEN!
Blumchen can make anyone motivated. Even though I'm one of the few that like techno... *sniff*
Gah! There's no bloody patients! I want to leave...
Hang on a sec, someone's turned up...
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OK, I'm back. Some girl's here, and she apparently has a splitting headache. Why can't we have any interesting cases? Why can't a rock star or someone come to our clinic? It's so boring on a Sunday.
Time
Time passes slowly on a Sunday.
A fly crawls up the wall.
An iridescent fly of Fall.
Time passes slowly on a Sunday.
I wish something would happen...
--Matthias Degrassi, M.D.
- Location:The Hotti Clinic
- Mood:
bored - Music:Blumchen - Heut ist mein Tag
Dammit, we just love to watch good old-fashioned Samurai action! Forget the Nickel Samurai! The Steel Samurai is winner!!!!
I love my hair like this. Maybe Emi attacking me was a blessing in disguise! (Hey, you never know...)
Did you see? Kyouya Garyuu himself commented on my journal! Cool, huh?
You know, I can almost hear some of you people saying "How can this guy be a hospital director? He has the maturity of a fifteen-year-old!" That may be true, but at work, it's all-business. Anything worth doing is worth doing right, I say!
Emi says that I should post pics of our house. She says that that's what people normally do on online journals. I'll follow her advice, then. Here! This is our master bedroom:
This is our living room (It took a while to get the motorcycle to stay up there):
Our TV and Computer room:
Those are the important places, not counting the toilets. If you need to see the toilets in our house, then you need a bit of help, mate.
--Matthias Degrassi, M.D.
- Location:Out and About!
- Mood: relaxed
- Music:Prozzak - Meditteranean Lady
Blaugh. Work was a killer. A murderer. A...a... You get the idea. I'm completely wiped out, and I'm in pain. Well, it wasn't the work that was a killer. Some girl with bluish-greenish hair was admitted in today. She was shot in the shoulder, apparently. That's not a problem. Bullet removal's something I've done plenty of times, and my skills haven't left me despite my vacation.
No, the problem was that the girl, Franziska von something-or-other, had a whip. I kid you not, a whip. I let everyone's favorite mental patient handle it. What's his name? I used to know... I think it was...Greg? No, it was more like Brian, or George. Chase? William? I'll call him Pinky, because of his hair. I'll check his file and get back to you on that.
It was extremely fun to watch Pinky and Franziska interact. One weirdo insane pervert vs. a crazy German girl with a whip. Who says "fool" too much. And wears poofy clothes.
Removing the bullet was painful for both parties. When she woke up after the operation, she whipped me what felt like over nine thousand times. You're up, Pinky.
When I got home, I told Emi all about my day. Exhausting barely covers it. We also had some guy with a broken leg admitted into the hospital, along with various others. Where the hell do these people come from? Did they all wait until I was back to launch themselves under steamrollers or something?
Franziska had some visitors. Some lawyer person and a little girl showed up with flowers. Pinky talked to them. I heard the girl shriek "Let's go let her whip us, Mr. Nick!" I burst out laughing when I heard that. Poor girl. She doesn't get it yet, apparently.
Emi apologized for scratching my face. She was just annoyed with my impulse purchases. I suppose I can understand that, because I did buy quite a few things on our vacation... I'm going to try brushing my hair in front of my scarred eye. It'd probably look good on me!
I heard this amazing song by a new band called Garyuu Wave. I don't know what it was called, because it was on the radio as I drove home from work. It was pretty amazing, with guitars and keyboards and vocals... The singer's going to enter the prosecuting business soon, I heard. I hope he stays the vocalist for the band, though. I liked his voice. If he left, they'd have to rename the band Daian Wave or something.
Kamen Mask struck today. I saw it on the news. He robbed this one mansion in the middle of the night. It was incredible! No wonder I have a plushie of him. Hey, maybe I'll get famous and they'll make a plushie of me! Wishful thinking, true, but what's life without hope?
Emi had a day almost as tiring as mine. She works as an arcade machine repairwoman. There was just game after game after game to fix! According to her, DDREXTREME is a bitch to repair. The coin slot in one machine she did today was gummed up, and the controls had stopped working. It took hours upon hours to get it working again. It was nice of the company to hire her again. Well, after today, maybe "nice" isn't the right word...
Ugh. I'm tired. Thank God I don't have work tomorrow...
--Matthias Degrassi, M.D.
- Location:Meh House
- Mood: Exhausted
- Music:Anything by Garyuu Wave
Apparently, Dr. Grey's dead. Good riddance, I say. He was a stain on my existance. Grey Surgical Clinic was a joke. A joke, I say! He also insisted on calling ME, and talking to ME whenever I had something to do! Trying to run me out of business, is he? His incessant whining drove us insane, and the Miney incident was the last straw. That's why I took my vacation. I couldn't handle that crap he spouted off over and over. "Oh, the weather girl said it would rain! I've been dragging this frickin' umbrella around for nothing!" "Why didn't the stock market jump today? Fox said it would!" On and on and on... It really got on my nerves.
You know, I still can't get over how people look at me when I tell them that I'm the director. I suppose they think the director should be older or something. Maybe they hate my hat. Tough luck. I'm wearing my hat, because I like it.
The staff asked how I got these scars. I spun them a tale of a collapsing bridge and some shrapnel. The real truth would be a bit embarassing. See, my wife was angry that I bought a Kamen Mask plushie. How could she be angry? It's cute! Maybe she doesn't like plushies. I thought all girls liked plushies. Anyway, she scratched me. It hurt, and it's kind of embarassing. At least I wasn't wearing my glasses at the time. Transitions cost five hundred dollars. I don't regret my purchases, even if Emi gets annoyed with them.
I still can't believe she didn't like the Kamen Mask plushie. It was all soft and chibi!
Oh well.
I'm back.
-Matthias Degrassi, M.D.
- Location:My house, near the Hotti Clinic
- Mood: content
- Music:Ayumi Hamasaki - A Song for XX
