The past year I had the pleasure of volunteering at an ER on Saturdays. I LOVED it there. I loved the blood, the gore, the excitement, the chaos....
...no, I am NOT the petri dish offspring of Hannibal Lecter nor am I a product of an lab experiment that used Vampire DNA.
........I think.
Ever since I quit ER volunteering two weeks ago, I have been....
...wallowing and crying meself a river.
And thus, went into ER withdrawal.
I remedied this by...
...watching lots of violent British shows and committing coffee blasphemy -- drinking tea.
*Disclaimer: I actually do not have a corner of my room as a shrine dedicated to the ER. I actually didn't shed a tear either. I'm not that pathetic.
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