Quill III: 8:36 a.m.
I'm only doing this because I need to get in the bathroom and I'm really hoping one of these doors will open and let me in there. My mouth tastes like something died in there.
But just one thing before I do that; subject #? I.V.? Hospital gown? Did Christina find out about the secretary last weekend and pay someone to mess with me? This seems just a little illegal and unethical.