
Written journal entry.
My therapist says that perhaps writing down my thoughts is best, and with my system in complete overdrive right now, I really need to get some things out. Â
I'm not quite sure why I continue to do things such as this- I was being a professional and giving an examination. Â Ordered my patient to lay off the drugs- so instead he gives some to me. Â Not every day a patient of mine asks me to do drugs off of their desk after I just fondled their testicles. Â ... Not in a sexy way of course, strictly professional fondling. Â
I believe I am getting better at talking to others. Â I've been called brash- but that seems to be something I embrace. Â There are too many people out there that do not tell the truth, or do not... tell it how it is. Â Someone said that phrase to me. Â I believe it is a bit slang, but I suppose that's indeed what I do. Â
I've been working on my formulas and supply lists since I've decided to settle down and figure out my lab. Â I believe this first financial front should be able to cover most of it. Â ... I'm sure I can pick up more hours at the bar to cover anything that it won't. Â I can eat leftovers from customer's plates for a few days to save money on food. Â My initial list of supplies is as follows:
For the next two pages, there is random scribblings pertaining to her research.
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... I need to get out of this room. Â It's so fancy. Â I mean- I've been staying here, but it's way too fancy. Â There was a disgusting amount of money spent on this room. Â Though I suppose if I did nothing with my money but save it and invest it... I could have a room like this too. Â And maybe a coat that didn't have rips all over it. Â
I was offered more attractive clothing, though I do not know what use I would have for it. Â Once I am set up in my lab I'm sure that my time outside of it will be short- I doubt anyone cares what my coat looks like. Â ... Do people really care what your clothing looks like? Â I never really look at anyone's clothes.
I don't understand what everyone's obsession with being taken is. Â A few people have asked me how I've managed to stay single. Â I don't think I'm any thing special. Â I do not know if it is a compliment, or just... stupidity. Â Do people really have nothing better to think about?
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...
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Though perhaps sometimes I think about it.
Am I lonely?
Doesn't matter.
My therapist says that perhaps writing down my thoughts is best, and with my system in complete overdrive right now, I really need to get some things out. Â
I'm not quite sure why I continue to do things such as this- I was being a professional and giving an examination. Â Ordered my patient to lay off the drugs- so instead he gives some to me. Â Not every day a patient of mine asks me to do drugs off of their desk after I just fondled their testicles. Â ... Not in a sexy way of course, strictly professional fondling. Â
I believe I am getting better at talking to others. Â I've been called brash- but that seems to be something I embrace. Â There are too many people out there that do not tell the truth, or do not... tell it how it is. Â Someone said that phrase to me. Â I believe it is a bit slang, but I suppose that's indeed what I do. Â
I've been working on my formulas and supply lists since I've decided to settle down and figure out my lab. Â I believe this first financial front should be able to cover most of it. Â ... I'm sure I can pick up more hours at the bar to cover anything that it won't. Â I can eat leftovers from customer's plates for a few days to save money on food. Â My initial list of supplies is as follows:
- 2 lab tables
- 5 large spools of copper wiring
- 1 large lighted magnifying glass... preferably one table mounted or on a floor pedestal.Â
- New magnifying spectacles- my old ones seem to have disappeared.
- 1 slightly used kidney. Â I went to my storage facility to check on my old work- and it seems that I need to start from scratch- it could not survive the amount of time it was not sustained artificially. Â Though, I believe one month is a good record, and I will look at the silver lining saying it's valuable research information.
- A comfortable chair. Â Birds got into my storage unit and pulled apart my old one for nesting.
- An actual location for the lab. Â So far I haven't found a suitable location for me to perform this work. Â
For the next two pages, there is random scribblings pertaining to her research.
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... I need to get out of this room. Â It's so fancy. Â I mean- I've been staying here, but it's way too fancy. Â There was a disgusting amount of money spent on this room. Â Though I suppose if I did nothing with my money but save it and invest it... I could have a room like this too. Â And maybe a coat that didn't have rips all over it. Â
I was offered more attractive clothing, though I do not know what use I would have for it. Â Once I am set up in my lab I'm sure that my time outside of it will be short- I doubt anyone cares what my coat looks like. Â ... Do people really care what your clothing looks like? Â I never really look at anyone's clothes.
I don't understand what everyone's obsession with being taken is. Â A few people have asked me how I've managed to stay single. Â I don't think I'm any thing special. Â I do not know if it is a compliment, or just... stupidity. Â Do people really have nothing better to think about?
...
...
...
Though perhaps sometimes I think about it.
Am I lonely?
Doesn't matter.