Another day, another dime, another dollar, another bloodstain on my white dress. I scrubbed it for hours last night but it took less time than the night before. it seems i'm getting better at this, adjusting to this lifestyle. The days seem to start out the same, i come in the empty room set up the camera and i wait standing, stareing, smiling. All the while the door opens and they bring in another screaming person. I'm learning to tune them out now, i don't cry anymore when the warm liquid hits the back of my neck and stains the dress again. i just wonder how long its gonna take to get it out less time than before though im glad i bought two of these. Another day, another dime, another dollar, another bloodstain on my white dress.