Apparently I'm working this depression thing awfully hard. But see, today I got out of bed. Even if I did only go down to my office in my pajamas. Go team Joe ( Read more... )

Julian's going to be okay.

I have so little left. I don't know if I'm even helping him right.

My boy's back, thanks to Renee and Damon. He was in Wales, and he overdosed, but he's alive. He's in Peter's hospital. He woke up once, and informed me I was dead. I think that would explain why he ran. Poor kid thought he lost both his parents ( Read more... )

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I'm still in hospital and all I can do here is go on Youtube and depress myself. So here. Be fucking morose with me.

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin ( Read more... )

Jordan was pregnant. She was six weeks pregnant.

Can someone sell my house, I never want to see it again.

I'm home! I can't walk on my leg yet, but at least infection worries seem to have quelled for now. I have what I think are the tallest crutches known to humankind. And my son and Damon are here too, having finished their exams like warriors. They'll be moving into their new place soon, but I'm greedily demanding a week with them because I have ( Read more... )

Jordan here. I've given myself a userpicture, just in case. Joe's beside me, but he's supposed to be sleeping so he's not allowed on the computer. He's going to be just fine, though I think he'll be getting around with crutches for a little while ( Read more... )

Today I talked accounts with Stuart for two hours before realising he had no idea what I was on about. Ah well! What can you do. At least I know what I'm talking about, right?

I found the best picture of Thomas. Really. The best.


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Today Peter gathered everyone together and he told us we shouldn't be having sex with the patients unless, of course, they happen to be significant others and then it's okay.

...it was a weird pep-talk.