Souless And Uncaring Hospital: Meet Psychonauts

Grandma is going to be kept over this weekend because they won't do the heart catheter until Monday. She's bored out of her mind.

Mark and Kim (family) are trying to arrange a television cart to be brought in so her many requests for Psychic Battle can be fulfilled. I'll bring up the XBox when I leave here in a minute. She feels that a God Mode victory in God of War is not suited for painkillers. It awaits her return.

We might have major news coming today, something unrelated to Grandma's fascinating trip down "ScarethefuckoutofTimandgotothehospital" Lane. Something good. A nice change of pace, god dammit!

When this is over Monday I am going to sleep. Chances are that little beeping noise the heart monitor makes will be in my dreams then too.

Fuck.


--Thank's for your patience, everybody. Grandma loves your letters and e-mails and e-cards. Today she told me "Make sure you thank everybody for me- I mean it, put something on the site letting them know I actually read their e-mails! Just tell them thanks." I'd tell you to send flowers but she would just use them to get into the Graveyard in Psychonauts, or possibly brandish them as a weapon with some pollen-based Bio attack inflicting 2000HP and a Hyper status in some other game. She's creative, but don't waste your flowers, she'll be out soon anyway! Thanks everybody!--