Just a quickie
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: Coronation Street Classics
It's a real f*cking pain in the arse not having a proper connection to the outside world. The hospital still haven't sorted out the free access, and Mossad's IT department is about as effective as an Arab Bagel baker. So here I am, cycling around the streets late at night trying to find some care in the community case who hasn't secured his wireless connection. Took me a while but I finally hit paydirt outside a building that has Ministry of Defence above it. Aren't I lucky.
Anyway not much been going on to be fair, no real characters have arrived at the hospital so I'm doing my usual routine of sneaking fag breaks, reading The Sun, and passing the time of day by chatting to some of the patients, not that many of them are much fun. You should see the faces on some of them, you'd think they were ill or something.
Did get one little gem from my masters in Tel Aviv the other day though. They're trying to stitch up the president of Israel with some sort of rape charge thing. As a master of disguise they've asked me to don my drag outfit and testify against him as some tart called Brianna. No problem, I always keep a stick of lipstick ready just in case.
OK, better get going, looks like the bedroom light has just gone off and I guess that's my sign to go home before anyone wonders what I'm up to. If I can find another sad case giving away free internet you may see me later in the week.

Shalom