That One Patient

It turns out that in light of the recent incident at Princess Twilight’s School of Friendship, the formal request I sent in for accessing the royal archives is going to take longer to process. I appreciate our leadership being so quick to respond to an incident and solve it but all this red tape is getting on my last damned nerves. To be blunt, it’s bullshit! I and many others here are trying to help a patient that may or may not be possessed by an ancient malevolent entity and we’ve had incident after incident since Apollo Glint arrived! I’m starting to lose a bit of my willpower on this!

What I really want is a bit more communication and transparency between us and the crown. Don’t get me wrong, I love the princesses and the work they do for our country. But, I just feel that they made a stupid decision by hiring ponies that are the least efficient in Equestria, slower than a snail crawling through molasses. I thought they were wiser and quicker in handling their workload but… it annoys me quite a bit. The efficiency with the government is all I really want and I can’t really do much when I got my hooves tied up enough as it is.

Also, I have heard of the unfortunate death of Mr. Almond Dream. I was honestly shocked to hear him die because I was good friends with him, having suggested him a position here. I could only imagine his wife and colt going through such grief and I share their pain. His wife, Silver Mist, invited me to his funeral and I do intend to pay my respects. It’s my hope they can find some solace in these trying times. I might have to call off Monday for this if the board allows it. I need a bit of a break from this insanity.

I might visit my mother in the city next week as well. It’d been a while since I kept any form of contact with her, about a month. I wonder if she’s whipping up some fresh eggplant parm. That really was my only form of comfort from my abusive asshole of a dad. I’m glad he’s in a jail cell. Maybe, I’ll go tell him off that day as well. He made my foalhood a living nightmare and I won’t forgive him for it.