This time, I'm writing about it
I've finally had enough. I'm writing about it. I won't divulge every single nauseating detail - that would provide readers with too much information, and some of it's confidential, anyway - but I'm fed up, and I'm writing about it. The last straw was when Michael - yes, Garfield's idiot brother Michael - spilled my transplant meds and coffee all over the kitchen floor. He was punished severely, and after finishing an entry in his blog, he is currently hiding in an undisclosed location, afraid of... Sign in to see full entry.