Greg's got even more of his memories back, which is good.  He'll be remembering everything in no time.

And for the big news: Greg is out of the hospital.

Greg's starting to get some of his memories back.  He still has a long ways to go, but it's progress.

He's sleeping now, but he'll probably be up for some visitors later.  Though unless you started at the lab before he did, he probably still won't remember you - sorry Archie and Hodges.

In case I missed contacting anyone, Greg is awake.

He's got some pretty hardcore amnesia though - his last memories are from 1999.

Stolen from Don.

Name::	Nick Stokes (affectionately referred to as Nicky)
Birthplace::	Dallas Texas
Birthday::	August 18, 1971
Have any siblings?:	in order: Joe, Kayla, Beth, Olivia, Maura, and Susie; I'm the baby
What color are your eyes?:	Brown
What color is your hair?:	Brown
Do you like someone?:	Greg, he's my soul mate
What's your Favorite movie?:	Ocean's Eleven- the original one, though the remake ain't half bad
What's your Favorite TV show?:	House, ER
What's your Favorite color?:	Red
Do you have any pets?If so, What's their names?:	growing there were a few dogs, and lots of horses; nothing now though
How would you describe you?:	I've been told I embarrass easily
Do you have a Cell phone?:	Unfortunately
Which do you prefer? Text or Call:	whichever one doesn't wake me up
Do you want to get married?:	yeah

Things had been going great, and then all of a sudden everything went to hell in a handbasket.  I keep wondering what's going to happen next.

Happy March Everyone.

Here's to hoping it's better than my February was.

Yes, I got lost in Central Park.  Y'all can stop laughing at me now.

To people that know what I'm talking about: was I really that obvious?

Some vacation this has turned out to be with all the shit that's been going on.  But I did talk to Greg twice in the past two days.  And let's just say I'm happy with the outcome.

Saturday I bid Miami and all it's craziness goodbye and head to New York.

ETA: And my mother called while I was at Calleigh's.  Not a pleasant conversation.

My life has become the Twilight Zone.  And I thought vacations were supposed to be relaxing.

In a few hours I'll be on my way to Miami for a much overdue vacation.  Though I'm thinking telling everyone my phone would be on is a mistake.  Though it's not like I can turn it off - I don't need my Mama storming to Vegas because she can't get a hold of me, only to find out I'm on the opposite side of the country.  I honestly have a good reason for not telling her though - she'll want me to spend the entire time I'm off in Dallas and that sure as hell isn't going to happen.  Sure I have some friends back in Texas I almost never get to see and my sister-in-law is the world's most amazing woman, but seeing them is not worth the effort of spending that much time warding off attempts to find me a nice sweet little Southern girl I can marry and make babies with.  Just because I'm thirty-six years old and still single doesn't mean there's something wrong with me.

If circumstances were different, perhaps I wouldn't object to the matchmaking fest as much.  But as things are now - I have my eyes on someone, a male someone.  My parents and select other family members know I'm bisexual, but my brother and sister-in-law are the only ones that don't pretend to forget and throw women at me.

Greg and I talked a little online today, so all is right with the world again.  Hey buddy, if you're reading this, we need to talk when I get back to town.  You're always welcome to give me a call anytime - even while I'm in Miami or New York.

As of today, I am a free man.  Okay that sounds a bit extreme, but work was really getting me that down.  I only pulled about ten doubles too many last month.  As soon as i told Grissom that I was concerned that I was getting close to a burn out, he ordered me to take six weeks off.  I had been hoping for a month, so I was pleasantly surprised.  Friday, I'm heading down to Miami for two weeks to visit with Speed.  The trouble magnet is still off work for awhile, so we should have a blast.  Then, up to New York to hang with Sofia for another two weeks, and then back to Vegas.  My last week off will be spent reacclimating myself to the graveyard shift way of life.

I hope I at least get a chance to talk to Greg before leaving for Miami, seeing as how we haven't had any communication since Thursday.

This shift is so boring.  I suppose it's actually a good thing, because it means, for once, people aren't killing each other.  I still wish I at least had something to do besides sit in the break room and drink crappy coffee.  Even sitting in the break room drinking Blue Hawaiian would be an improvement.