This is, for some reason, all about trolls
Watching SPN start off again and you all get excited have been fun! But then I open up reports/caps/reaction posts, and it's WHYYYYYY SHOW WHYYY /o\ I saw/read: demon getting tortured, Sam in the FBI suit, Dean in some post-sex scene, angel plot line (no, seriously?), Sam's hair fanning out like something out of a dog food commercial, you know, when a big hairy hound is running through the fields with its glorious coat streaming through the air. And I'm just sitting here among all the squee like a giant troll. If I turned on the TV and there was Sam with his vaguely constipated facial expression, Fabio hair and FBI suit, and there was Dean in the FBI suit being creepy in all the wrong ways, and there was a demon being tortured, I wouldn't even know what season I'm in, much less episode.
/end trollishness
Today, I met a friend for some delicious sushi and caught all the updates from the old (and still beloved) workplace. One nurse I knew was very likely fired for stealing narcotics. There were some sketchy, awful people I've worked with over the years, and he wasn't one of them. He is a super nice dude who bakes pretty cupcakes for his wedding anniversary, adores his wife, never lets a bad mood show and gets broken up about a patient. I once called a code on his patient who suddenly arrested on the monitor, and it was the worst we had in about 15 years because the surgical team reopened her chest right in the room, and I remember the nurse was seriously upset by this, even though he couldn't have seen it coming. IDEK. There is a part of me that expects a person with a drug problem to be a horrible troll, and then they aren't. And then the one person who turns into a horrible troll before my eyes never actually touched drugs.
The book on Pearl Harbor (The Day of Infamy by Walter Lord) is really good stuff, even though I'd never expect a history book to be exciting. But it is! That's assuming your curiosity about the attack on Pearl Harbor extends beyond the Wiki article. I even stopped reading Tiger's Wife for now. I also found a promising-looking book on the naval battles of Guadalcanal and the Ironbottom Sound :D (Again, IDEK. A girl needs a hobby.)
I swore off writing for the next three weeks to finish preparing for the Exam of Doom and then stayed up until six in the morning to bang out a short story about a San Juan hotel and its giant golden birdcage, from which no bird of paradise is allowed to escape or else disaster will strike. I'm actually pleased with this one. And now I have two stories in the clutches of editors, awaiting decision.
/end trollishness
Today, I met a friend for some delicious sushi and caught all the updates from the old (and still beloved) workplace. One nurse I knew was very likely fired for stealing narcotics. There were some sketchy, awful people I've worked with over the years, and he wasn't one of them. He is a super nice dude who bakes pretty cupcakes for his wedding anniversary, adores his wife, never lets a bad mood show and gets broken up about a patient. I once called a code on his patient who suddenly arrested on the monitor, and it was the worst we had in about 15 years because the surgical team reopened her chest right in the room, and I remember the nurse was seriously upset by this, even though he couldn't have seen it coming. IDEK. There is a part of me that expects a person with a drug problem to be a horrible troll, and then they aren't. And then the one person who turns into a horrible troll before my eyes never actually touched drugs.
The book on Pearl Harbor (The Day of Infamy by Walter Lord) is really good stuff, even though I'd never expect a history book to be exciting. But it is! That's assuming your curiosity about the attack on Pearl Harbor extends beyond the Wiki article. I even stopped reading Tiger's Wife for now. I also found a promising-looking book on the naval battles of Guadalcanal and the Ironbottom Sound :D (Again, IDEK. A girl needs a hobby.)
I swore off writing for the next three weeks to finish preparing for the Exam of Doom and then stayed up until six in the morning to bang out a short story about a San Juan hotel and its giant golden birdcage, from which no bird of paradise is allowed to escape or else disaster will strike. I'm actually pleased with this one. And now I have two stories in the clutches of editors, awaiting decision.