This place just keeps getting better and better. They found my homework. Whoopy.
They took my phone. I have no way to contact anybody. They don't let me go anywhere and I'm getting sick of all the shit their putting in me, it makes me dizzy for a good ten minutes. And not the fun "high on anything" buzz, like "I'm going to puke," and "please make it stop, " buzz.
They do this every few hours they take blood from me and put thus stupid clear liquid back in, and I have no idea what it is. When I asked she said it was part of the testing. Yes, it's a she. Her name is Abby and yes, she's hot. Kinda old for me but hey, a guy can dream can't he?
DD (that's what I call Dr. Dean) has me in the gym now for three hours! Yeah, what the frick do u do for three hours?!?! He said I have nothing better to do with my time so I might as well do something productive. I am going to be sooooo sore tomorrow. And the instructor guy is a jerk. Karlston is like 6' 2'' and his arms are the size of my torso. Yeah, cranking out 75 pull ups is easy for him. IM NOT AN ATHLETE OKAY?!?!
The worst out of all of the shots I got today was right after gym. That stuff is sooooo much worse on an empty stomach.
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Clone Trial 1.0 Diary
FantasyA series of journal entries of a special young man that a secret laboratory is trying to clone. He is expected to write about what he is thinking, feeling, any side effects he notices. He is also sapose to give a report after each clone is made.
