I've Come To Suck Your Blood.
I'm on nightshift this week in a unit with FIVE boys on suicide watch and OMFG it's killing me in my eyeballs with the witching-hour zombiehead and the staring at the cell audio monitors and the constant scheduled checks that actually make the kids want to off themselves more because WTF BITCH I JUST GOT TO SLEEP STOP SHINING THAT FLASHLIGHT INTO MY RETINAS YOU ARE BURNING MY TRAUMATIZED BRAIN.
After repeated applications of twelve-hour experimentation and consultation with more experienced officers, there is no silent way to lift the metal observation shutter on those cells. Which is handy when your charges have been snots all day and AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA REVENGE ELEVENTY MOTHERFUCKERS, but poor screwed-up kiddies who are just trying to sleep off their desperation for imminent death. And you know, no love or points for the irony there, because a good night's sleep takes a lot of very basic crap out of the equation a lot of the time. So let's make that hard, shall we? Then again, *points*...it's prison. Not a hotel.
It's 4pm, I just got up, and holy discombobulated ocelots, Batman, I don't even know.
Should I have pancakes? Is it still breakfast if it's technically actually dinner? Should I just eat this trifle instead? *points to it* Because honestly, it's just sitting there mocking me. And that does sound easy, if a little nutritiously lacking.
I have no social life this week. People keep calling me and I keep ignoring them. I feel bad, but honestly...? All I'm up for is sniggering at these stoopid pictures.
In closing:
Yes, Dean. Exactly.
Is this goddamn hiatus over yet? In other news, I have finished my spn_women fic in advance of the due date. I don't hate it. I even have it back from beta. *\o/* This is most unusual, Captain. *Spockbrow*
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to mill about my house like a lobotomized vampire until it's dark and I can venture out and earn some more pay.
After repeated applications of twelve-hour experimentation and consultation with more experienced officers, there is no silent way to lift the metal observation shutter on those cells. Which is handy when your charges have been snots all day and AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA REVENGE ELEVENTY MOTHERFUCKERS, but poor screwed-up kiddies who are just trying to sleep off their desperation for imminent death. And you know, no love or points for the irony there, because a good night's sleep takes a lot of very basic crap out of the equation a lot of the time. So let's make that hard, shall we? Then again, *points*...it's prison. Not a hotel.
It's 4pm, I just got up, and holy discombobulated ocelots, Batman, I don't even know.
Should I have pancakes? Is it still breakfast if it's technically actually dinner? Should I just eat this trifle instead? *points to it* Because honestly, it's just sitting there mocking me. And that does sound easy, if a little nutritiously lacking.
I have no social life this week. People keep calling me and I keep ignoring them. I feel bad, but honestly...? All I'm up for is sniggering at these stoopid pictures.
In closing:
Yes, Dean. Exactly.
Is this goddamn hiatus over yet? In other news, I have finished my spn_women fic in advance of the due date. I don't hate it. I even have it back from beta. *\o/* This is most unusual, Captain. *Spockbrow*
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to mill about my house like a lobotomized vampire until it's dark and I can venture out and earn some more pay.