wide-eyed, grinning in the darkened room;

mr. fox is avoidant and looks for distractions.

2008-06-03T23:02:53Z

[ Private to Devin. ]

I read one of your books.

mr. fox returns once more.

2008-05-05T09:35:41Z

Does anyone else feel a certain obligation to be interesting and/or evocative and/or provocative and/or philosophical whenever they write in these things?

After days of tedious paperwork and signing patient release forms, I open the journals only to realise there's not very much I feel like writing. I could begin with DEAREST DIARY in pink script, but I suspect that may not go over well. I might not be the type. Possibly all out of sparkly gel pens, too.

Oh, well.

mr. fox decides to protect his reputation.

2008-03-24T04:26:50Z

[Private to Charles Toussaint, after this.]

Is this the Charlie affiliated with Jessica Winters and Rose Bloom?

mr. fox is one grumpy doctor.

2008-03-10T02:04:16Z

One up, one down. [...] I used to be a fan of tennis. Team sports with schedules and seasons would not have worked well in conjunction with med school, but I recall that tennis was an effective accompaniment.

I'm nearing the end of my three day weekend. Then it's back to the office on Monday. Interestingly enough, I finally find myself discovering some of the appeal of a slacker lifestyle. Take heed; workaholicism is not all it's cracked up to be.

[Private]

Cataloguing, as is my wont.

Bruises, marks on wrists → long-sleeved shirt
Ribs, also bruised → whore
Blood on shirt; utter headache to wash out on my own, and far too many inconvenient questions from drycleaners → [...] Tossing it out.
Cuts on chest → Bandages, no longer bleeding. Thank god for hypochondriac tendencies; well-stocked first aid kit.
Hands shaky. Goddamn taser
→ Took a day off. Will hopefully be in a state to operate by Monday. If not, some poor unfortunate soul may experience complications and by god I'm not dealing with lawsuits on top of everything—

I feel like a fucking battered wife, for fuck's sake

[...]

She had better be worth it.

mr. fox attends to late business.

2008-03-01T04:54:25Z

A week or so away from these things, and you miss such an absurdly large amount of events. I won't ask for explanations on what passed me by; most of it was, presumably, uninteresting, as long as it involved people beyond my sphere. On my end, I spent the past several workdays fixing obese white men with clogged veins. It was not the most aesthetically pleasing way to spend my time.

[...]

[Private to Devin Kuhl. Extremely careful handwriting.]

Jack the Ripper and organs at doorways -- and Rose Bloom's doorway, no less. I believe Perrault's nobleman would have approved.

I don't think we've met. I'm Reynard.

mr. fox ponders the use of knives and cleavers.

2008-02-14T10:59:26Z

What a messy headline. And right before Valentine's Day, too? Grim. Morbid. ~~Awfully stupid of him to do it in public, however~~. Elisa, I must say I'm relieved they positively pinpointed it as a older man -- I may have started developing uncanny suspicions otherwise.

~~It brings back memories.~~

7. Written on the morning of the first.

2008-02-01T07:30:29Z

I may or may not have destroyed my tastebuds over the years; at either rate, I believe I've completely lost the ability to tell the difference between good or atrocious coffee. We have the hospital cantina to thank for that.

[Private to Jess, after he notices this.]

You're losing him?

6. mr fox is unnerved.

2008-01-27T09:24:42Z

[Private to Sebastian Han.]

What's this I hear about your problems involving simians with wings? I have to say, it makes me glad
that I come from a far more traditional background. There are no fantastical creatures to dog my every step.

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[Private to Marie Bouchard.]

You've been remarkably busy, I hear.

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[Private to Rick Jones.]

Don't stress the cast.

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[PRIVATE.]

Jesus fucking christ. It is not supposed to happen this way.

[...]

They are not supposed to be broken already.

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Home soon.

5. mr fox is apparently making house calls.

2008-01-22T08:28:28Z

Apparently I'm leaving for the Middle East tomorrow morning. I've had medical conferences in Vienna and London, but this seems to be an entirely new kind of professional voyage. For one, it involves subtle lies to my non-tale coworkers.

I don't resent an opportunity to travel, but it does make one wonder about the sorts of hoops one is expected to jump through for our beloved Atheneum -- and what kind of existence tales carved out for themselves pre-1905.

[...]

Yes, I do believe this is my first ever business trip conducted at the Atheneum's behest. Presumably Harmon and I will be back soon.

4.

2007-12-27T00:49:24Z

Socrates - "Let him that would move the world first move himself."

Book of inspirational quotes from the colleagues. Christmas present. I suppose they think they're being clever.

3.

2007-12-23T10:38:21Z

Thirty-five years old.

I believe this calls for some good champagne. And possibly a dinnerdate.