I... may have had a little too much coffee today.

Heh. Mocha. Mixing coffee and chocolate is like mixing the two best things in the world.

Wait, that'd be sex and sewing.

........I have an idea.

Frustration.

You know the kind that makes you want to punch the face of the next person you see, regardless of who they may be?

There's better be a fucking huge group of Hollows to take out tonight, or I'm going to have to break something.

Dr. Ishida here. The younger, less-scary one.

Why a journal?

I have nothing to do.

Nothing.

I've checked on my patients, finished and filed my paperwork, checked on my patients again, re-filed my paperwork...

There's only so many times one can check on one's patients without feeling like a stalker.



Would it be bad of me to take out my current sewing project and working on that until there's something more important to do?


Or maybe I should just re-read these medical journals.

For the fifth time.