Sharon spilled coffee on my new shirt while we were in the lounge this morning. I told her it was fine and we had a good laugh about the whole thing. If she does it again I'll stab her in the fucking throat with my pen.
She's a good kid.

The thing about happiness is that you only know you had it when it's gone. I mean, you may think to yourself that you're happy.
But you don't really believe it. You focus on the pretty bullshit, or the next job, or whatever.
It's only looking back by comparison with what comes after that you really understand, that's what happiness felt like.

On Sue

Sue is pretty. Sue is nice.
Sue can shoot real good
even at night.

I love Sue.

The end.

I guess I just wanted to show you that there's two sides to every victory. Those who live to revel in it, and those who died making it happen.

Good patients get a nice, new face. Bad patients bleed all over the floor because they want to screw up their surgeon's life!