I listen to weird records, fold laundry and crack wise.
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Friday, March 24, 2006
Staying at a hospital is like staying at an incredibly cheap motel that charges you hundreds of dollars a night. The blankets are thin and threadbare, the sheets are scratchy, the soap for your shower comes out of a pump, everything is in half-portions, and while you do have cable, the channels only go in one direction.