Dear Die-ary...

ALL DAY have I been playing Theme Hospital. ALL DAY. And I've been looking forward to playing it for years, as under my sister's management I wasn't allowed to go near it or even MENTION it, for some reason. It's not hers anyway. And ever since she's gone, I asked my brother the whereabouts of the CD, but he said I must have it. And you know where I found it? In his room. He's such a git. He's done that to me before.

But anyway, I had fun playing the extremely genderist game. It was just like I remembered it... and after about 8 years, I still remember the cheat code: 24328. I'm just that sad. My goal for the day: to run a better hospital than the NHS, especially after they MURDERED Nan (there's the Nan reference again). At the beginning, I was doing quite well. Nice little hospitals, with about 1 or 2 people killed (they said in the game I KILLED them, how guilty I feel!). But the good thing about killing the people in the game is watching them falling into the hole that the Grim Reaper creates in the floor. Bye bye! So it was going well! Until...

I got onto one hospital, one of the high-middle levels. This was when the earthquakes started to get serious. How serious? One earthquake caused all of my machinary to get in a critical state. I managed to get both of my Inflations to blow up. Nice. But it was fun watching the patients falling on the floor.

I was used to epidemics flying everywhere, and when I got news of another epidemic, I didn't think it would be any different. So I accepted to trying to get rid of it before the health inspector came. But then... about 10 people had the epidemic sign over their heads. Oh dear. Seeing as I didn't have much time left, I had to do something, and QUICK. I sent them all to the pharmacy, but the epidemic was spreading. A couple of patients went into the pharmacy, but one of the epidemic-sufferers suddenly got up, and threw up. All these other patients around, even those not suffering from the epidemic, threw up. The floor was literally caked in vomit. But when the time had run out for getting rid of the illness, there was ONE patient with it left. Uh. What should I do? There was no time for sending her to the pharmacy. So I sent her home. Unfortunately, she passed the health inspector on the way, and I got fined and got my reputation ruined anyway.

But I bet I'm doing a better job than THEM. Even a monkey with one arm, an eyepatch, and a brain tumor can do better than THEM.