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A transcript of the last fifteen minutes:
ME: "Isoflurane. I should look that up."
ME: "...but isn't sodium pentothal injection-only? They'd probably prefer to just ... soak a rag ..."
ME: "Oh, that's just sick."
ME: " ... eeeg ..."
ME: "Hmm. rrr ... rrr ... hay ... my ... what do you mean?"
ME: "Yeah, he might actually have a stutter."
ME: "Okay. Volatile anaesthetics. Wikipedia, here we come."
ME: "What was I doing?"
ME: "I already saved it, asshat."
ME: "Little brother! That's perfect. Except she has to have left the father, or he'd have said something .... I mean, I guess he would ..."
Yes, I am indeed alone in the room. I LOVE being a writer ...
ME: "Isoflurane. I should look that up."
ME: "...but isn't sodium pentothal injection-only? They'd probably prefer to just ... soak a rag ..."
ME: "Oh, that's just sick."
ME: " ... eeeg ..."
ME: "Hmm. rrr ... rrr ... hay ... my ... what do you mean?"
ME: "Yeah, he might actually have a stutter."
ME: "Okay. Volatile anaesthetics. Wikipedia, here we come."
ME: "What was I doing?"
ME: "I already saved it, asshat."
ME: "Little brother! That's perfect. Except she has to have left the father, or he'd have said something .... I mean, I guess he would ..."
Yes, I am indeed alone in the room. I LOVE being a writer ...