Finally free from that cesspool of stupidity it was 'insisted' that I do not return to work immediately. Idiots the lot of them, can't they see I need to be back in my laboratory -those imbeciles have no idea what they are doing.
Rather forcefully insisting I waste the rest of the time I was supposed to be in that medical faculty in Costa Del Sol.


... Well, at least the women are pleasant... In a vapid, time-wasting sort of way.

Good Evening, Hojo.
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I believe I may have been a touch out of it over the past day or two.
I confirmed the talk of increasing the dosage of the painkillers being drip-fed into my blood stream, further more they ruined what little form of entertainment I have had in this wretched facility via staffing rearrangements. Now all staff assigned to deal with me have an exceptional tolerance to sharp words -just because I made a few cry.
If they let me have my notebook it wouldn't be such a problem...

At least I am presented with a wealth of subjects in this dream world -even if painkillers are messing with my head.

These incessant failures are completely unacceptable.

I must say I am seriously contemplating murdering that idiot assistant of mine. He is utterly useless and due to his latest fuck up we have been set back months of research, billions in gil, and one of my more competent lab-techs. Unfortunately I won’t be able to do anything for at least a week… Or until these idiot doctors give me the all clear to leave.

I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, damn it.

I have already reduced three of their staff to tears, but I am beginning to wonder how much longer they’ll continue insisting I need to stay here.

They won’t even let me have my notes or a book and I overheard some conspiring to up the dosage on the pain killers hoping they’ll keep me quiet.

I’ve been reduced to analysing my dreams in a hope of some entertainment to reduce the tediously boring hospital proceedings.

However, there is some interest available from them as of late.

I’ve been repeatedly dreaming of a city, inhabitants and architecture far too complex, and things feel too real to be just a dream.

Since these imbeciles refuse to allow me anything to do with my research I’ve settled for constructing a lab in this dream, I don’t honestly expect anything to come of it but dealing with such menial tasks in a fiction place does possess considerably more interest than listening to these nurses inane bickering for one second longer.