FTEC, Friday Night
T'was the Friday before Christmas, and all through the clinic, not a single thing grew bacteriogenic...
Natalie frowned at her journal entry. Okay, that's not going to work. Shaking her head, she closed down the laptop, deciding to work on it later. She flipped on the television and tuned it to the Christmas music channel. Quietly, she sang along as she made herself busy, cleaning and straightening.
[::handwaves:: This post was perfectly on time. No, I'm not losing track of my days. And my Christmas tree has been decorated for simply weeks -- how dare you imply anything...]
Natalie frowned at her journal entry. Okay, that's not going to work. Shaking her head, she closed down the laptop, deciding to work on it later. She flipped on the television and tuned it to the Christmas music channel. Quietly, she sang along as she made herself busy, cleaning and straightening.
[::handwaves:: This post was perfectly on time. No, I'm not losing track of my days. And my Christmas tree has been decorated for simply weeks -- how dare you imply anything...]