Fancy Sander

[nezumiko]

Update: Still sick as a dog, coughing up a lung and other disgusting things, and my ears hurt! Man, ear infections suck! I'd forgotten how awful they were. My lungs sound like I have a kilo or two of wet, muddy gravel packed into my chest. Feels that way, too. But never let it be said that there is not something good to be wrought from misery. beachlass helped me see it this time.

nezuko: got my new nebulizer today. It's really little! And bright yellow.
beachlass: little and yellow is good... does it work, and not smoke?
nezuko: my new nebulizer looks like something from a wood shop, not a piece of medical equipment. And yeah, it works
beachlass: like it's a fancy sander or something?
nezuko : Or the power supply for a fancy sander. It's about the size of two decks of cards side by side (actually it's more like four decks of cards, in a little block. Two decks wide, two decks thick.)
beachlass: does that make you the fancy sander?
nezuko: I guess so! *sands fancily*
beachlass: sands fancily sounds like a phrase from a bad gaara fic
nezuko: Hahaha
beachlass: Sasuke stretched out on the plain, frameless bed
beachlass: Gaara approached him, and lustful glint in his eye
beachlass: Sanding fancily across the bedroom floor
nezuko: Oh gods, you're killing me ded!
beachlass: I'm beginning to think I misunderstood my calling from God, and I was supposed to devote myself to crack fiction.

Yep, beachlass if the ministry ever fails you, you can bring comfort to the sick with the bad crackfic. In fact you already have. ^^.

And then, just to make me really feel better, she wrote me a little Genma/Raidou story in which there is much blood, suffering and pathos. Do my friends know me well or what?

Thanks, beachlass. You're a good friend.