Chapter 10

Chapter 10

The Ambulance Chronicles
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::I'm an EMT, and I work on an ambulance. I'm aspiring to be a paramedic someday, but I might go for the MD also.
::Anne is my silly goose and we have been married for four and a half years. Time flies when you fight wars.
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:: Friday, March 05, 2004 ::

Ironic, isn't it? When I didn't have much of a life, I posted all the time. About all kinds of crap. Whatever I could come up with. Anything at all. Nothing happened? I'll post about some ant walking around my room and whatnot. Now that I do have a life to post about, I don't ever post. I don't really have time. And when I do have time, I forget everything. Why? Because I'm crazy.

However, I do have some quite interesting things going on right now. As in I'm very upset with my sister and they way she is so horrible rude and annoying and just plain, I don't like her. Or Heather. But I haven't been Heather's biggest fan since last summer anyway. Oh boy am I upset.

I love God. What else really matters? Boy oh boy, I am so...bleh.

I'm going to go and do something. I don't know what.

God is good.

:: Ben 11:45 PM [+] ::
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