Today is the day of the masque that I've seen advertisements for. It took all my skills of persuasion but Minatsuki is going to behave and he's going to go along with my costume of choice.

Why I'm going as Zorro is anyone's guess. The pants are comfortable, at least.

It's raining cats and dogs outside. This isn't a problem, normally; I love rain.

What is a problem is when the entire bottom level of my clinic gets flooded, erasing all the work Forte and I have done to fix it up.

Fuck.

I hate to say it, but anyone who is being subjected to this weather- this healer is reccomending a strong, hearty drink and a good book.

It would finally appear that I have some help with fixing up my clinic. The young man's (I say this as if I'm that old XD) name is Cloud Strife. Hopefully, I will finally be able to get things up and running the way I want them. And maybe, once I've saved up enough, I can finally move to a bigger, better building.

( Private[Hackable] )

My poor little clinic is a run down thing. The building originally belonged to a not-so-popular bar that closed, not due to the lack of patrons but because one of those beloved patrons actually set fire to its inside. It's been a struggle to clean up the large mess that was left behind and from the squatters that were living here prior to my inhabitance of the building.

Let us just say they will never come near this part of Midgar ever again and leave it at that.

It's been getting better, slowly, though. I've worked very hard on it; there's a new coat of paint, some new drywall and insilation. And I'd had some equipment (second or third hand, but sturdy and still workable) sequestered off in case I had to deal with something nasty, like internal bleeding or the like. But the equipment is gone now, I'm afraid, and if I ever catch those burglurs...

Let's just say they won't live long enough to tell the police of me and there won't be enough left to fill a match box.

*sigh* I'm not normally a violent person, and I do hate hurting people. But there are just some things that are unforgiveable.

( Private [Hack away *g*] )

Goddamit, the roof fell in again! Why does this always seem to happen when I'm in the middle of making dinner?

I figure that since I'm not normally an agressive person, I can take it all out here and worry about the consequences later.

So-- Welcome to the Journal of a Healer. Sit back, get a drink, and come back when you have something I can fix. Time is money, you know.