One of them will produce ... well, some work, God willing...

Another day at work. I've been slowly bashing away at Tape 2 of the two-tape extravaganza that is the weekly clinic list and answering the unanswerable.

MAN: The doctor's secretary said the referral letter went out! Why don't you have it?
ME: We're having some post room issues.

Translation: Because our post room's full of chimpanzees who eat it, shred it into bedding, wear it as a jock strap or anything but deliver it to the right place. The few times mail actually manages to get into the pigeonholes, it's because the chimpanzees have been using the letters as makeshift frisbees. We can tell because it's completely random and we sometimes get post meant for Dermatology, Haematology or Obs & Gynae. Which would be fine if our patient list was peopled with female haemophiliacs with bad acne, but alas, no. As for the rare occasions when we actually get our post ... ever heard what would happen if seven thousand monkeys typed for seven thousand years? Well, there are fewer primates but hey; this ain't Shakespeare. Although it is an epic comedy of errors in here at the best of times.

Oops. I think my bitter's showing.

Anyway, I'm still oscillating between ideas for my Exalted character. Same basic background will probably remain throughout, but I'm thinking more Illyria than Del/Dru/Agatha at the moment. Except without the blue. I'm sorry, but she looks like the unholy spawn of Smurfette and a cockroach. Thing is, I love the character concept. But I'll say no more about that lest I spoil any of the Brits out there. However, I will ask a question -- does Lorne remind anyone else of the Tin Man from the Wizard of Oz? Only more camp and in Statue-of-Liberty rotten copper green instead of tin? And with horns? I mean, the Tin Man lacks any other protrusions, because God forbid they make the man with no heart anatomically correct any other how... Is this somehow a suggestion that you can't shag without your heart being involved?

Okay, when you start reading sexual analogy into children's books, you're thinking too much.

Meme from nadriel

I want anyone and everyone who reads this to post in here something they would LIKE to do with me SOMEDAY.

Then post this in your journal (If you have one) to find out what I want to do with you.

This one of yours, Detritus?

Ah, boredom, I've been expecting you.

Okay, I don't really like it when there's too much to do. It makes my widdle head hurt. But then again, I don't like having too little to do either. It makes me kind of crazy ... sorry, crazier. I've already posted in the journal of blackcherrybomb the Alphabetically Challenged, asking why in the name of bloody blue fuck she thinks it's a bad thing that her boyfriend might have to go into rehab. When I'm paying attention to the pseudo-dramedy from someone I hope to God is a troll, I know I've gone a little off the deep end. Then again, I suppose it's a stress-test exercise. If it's an intelligent person over there just being a troll to piss people off, it's going to be killing them that they can't actually drop the act and get on their high 'hizorse' to make a concerted effort to rip my argument to shreds. And if it isn't a troll ... well, maybe they'll invest in a dictionary to see just what the hell I was talking about. Probably the most vocabulary that one's learned all its life.

I don't know. Too easy. Fish. Barrel. Smoking gun. If I really wanted a challenge, I could try to get that bloody fic finished. But watch my muse turn up, taser at the ready, only to have Dr Slater barge into the office and come up with six thousand tiny but urgent tasks to keep me occupied. Nothing my muse hates more than the workaday world.

Oh well. If I get that one finished, it's only ten more and a 'feature-length' to go and it's the end of the whole mess. That's an incentive...

Accomplishment!

*ahem*

I actually finished it!

All I have to do is throw in the BGM and it'll be ready for beta! I'll think about that while my boyfriend blows up worms.

Which reminds me. Quote of the night:

"My girlfriend toys with me with Fozzie Bear porn."

Now that's a note on which to end the night.