I'm home! And glad to be!

Anyone feel like grabbing a beer soda?

(and i'm serious...i think i'm ready to drink a little again)

Stiiill in London...will be back to work on Monday. I hope my dog is alright with the neighbor. She seems kinda crazy/shady. The neighbor, I mean. Not the dog. Comin' home tomorrow night though.

[private]

Um. Yeah. I did a bad deed and put House into the lottery.

I mean, I'm not trying to be mean or anything. It's just that. Well. It's only a night. How bad can it be?

But seriously. House needs new friends.

[/private]

( To Dr. Lisa Cuddy - )

Elliot sent that shit and ran. No doubt Cuddy was going to be angry, and he didn't want to be there for any of her wrath.

There's a conspiracy going on. And it's got something to do with the music on the PA and my bad coffee.

I walked by and I heard two nurses talk about how sex can kill you.

...so random...

I win at life.

I haven't been around, because I've been spending every moment with the dog, who's still unnamed (though I'm leaning towards Oscar). He peed on my rug. I tossed the rug out. It was an ugly rug anyway. :D

Must...get him....potty...trained. X_x Newspapers EVERYWHERE, I TELL YOU.

Note to self: Must call Lemercier

[private]

I thought I'd feel...different after the break up. But that's not what I feel....I feel...okay...

[/private]

I got a dog. It's a mutt. It's a boy, and he's so awkward looking....kinda like a big pawed wolf. Grey. Cute. I need a name...

So far I've thought of Bubba or Oscar...

"I have a lot of work. So if you don't see me for like, a zillion years. I haven't rotted in my office or anything. Oh lordy the work. Feel free to leave sweet goodies with Naydene, she'll be happy to foward them to me...and eat half herself. >_> But yeah. Please don't disturb!! It has really piled up. :O "

( - - - )

[private]

I'm gonna fucking stalk him.

[/private]

( *Sends about 230958209 memos to Pearce* )

[private]I hope Jen isn't as gossipy as she seems to be. [/private]

Benson had dropped his stuff off at his apartment and headed directly to the office. Though after he procrastinated a lot on LJ, of course. He had work to do.

However, it was very late. And his office was creepy with the huge woods beyond the glass wall, and putting blinds over it made it seem...hospitally. So he headed down to the extremely empty cafeteria, which was usually always opened late.

Lowering himself into a seat in the middle of the large area, he spread out his papers so he could see everything. He'd grabbed some M&Ms from the vending machine, and nibbled on them, contemplating on the amount of work he could finish before 5:00AM.

Tapping lightly against the table with his pencil he thought about the conference, and the successfulness of it. It had seriously been a blast. NY was...a place he hadn't been in a long time. And in all honesty, he hadn't been that content in awhile.

He supposed his friends were right. No, wait...he knew his friends were right. Drinking didn't help anything. Life...was..pretty good.

[private]
Why does everyone think I'm going to destroy and kill and pound the guy into a pulp. I'd like to. But I'm not going to fucking disrespect my wife's memory by wasting my time with him. Or my friend's love for her.

All I just want to know is why.
[/private]

In his office, Elliot closed the window of his livejournal and sat back in his chair, lips pursed in thought. His eyes narrowed slightly, glittering with something mingled between dead anger and sadness. A sigh as he reached over for a bunch of patient files, and rifled through them.

His rootbeer was sitting beside him, his new favorite drink. Free of alcohol, for a change. Hopefully forever. Though teeth rot might match liver deterioration.

He worked to take his mind off Adams. And for the most part, it worked.

I got the apartment! It's so cool. It has a nice view of....more buildings. But in a nice way. And it's around the corner from Will.

Dude! We're neighbors! Swweeeet.

Hn...I don't have any furnature. Or well...anything except clothes and a lamp. Must go shopping, because there's nothing to unpack.

I was contemplating on getting a new car. But I love that 15 year old Toyota too much.

[Private]

New shrink around?

I'm avoiding him.

The last thing I need is another person poking into my private life.

[/private]

I'm so sorry about yesterday. It was misplaced anger.

You're a good man, James, and a good friend.

Hi.

I can't think correctly.

Naydene, I'm going home early.

Hold all calls...blah blah blah.


Private:
Agh. I have no home.
Can't find Will's key.
Can't find Will.
Can't find Riley.
Can't find anyone.
Fuck it, I'm going to drive around in my 15 year old truck.

I can't think of anything except that man. I want to kill him.

Being woken up at 6:00AM by major slobbering from Buster, Will's dog....

I don't know if I like that.

Ah...well, it's better then an alarm clock.

-edit-

Will says hi.

Well, I won't be at work tomorrow, because I sold my house (already)...and gave away/tossed/burned the stuff in the house....kept a few pictures though.

Temporarily rented out a motel room while I look (I think I just saw a rat...).

I need to find somewhere that will let me have a dog. I want a dog. A big one. (We used to have a golden retriever named Pete, but Sandy was allergic.)

I still have a zillion extra days free. So s'all good.

See you all Friday.

Memos:

Dr. Lemercier-
Please take extra care with Mrs. Stevenson in room 453. Thanks.

Dr. E. J. Riley-
I've got flowers in my office for you, bug my secretary Naydene, she'll give them to you.

Dr. Jen Geller-
I stole a cookie, and a brownie.

Dr. Will Pearce-
I left an envelope with your staff person, Sam. Yeah.
(contains a picture of Elliot, Del, Will, Ed, Sandy, and June.
On the back: BBQ- July 4, 1999)

...we need to talk.

I’m never drinking again.

You’ve all finally gotten to me. WOo!

:)

Private:

THESE AREN’T MY BOXERS.

AND I SMELL LIKE HIM.

FUCK.

I’m going to kill myself. Okay, not really. But I want to crawl somewhere and die. And drink. But that’s what started this all in the first place, didn’t it.

...and I have a hangover. Ow.

note to self: shower during lunch break