Strokes of Genius, Thursday (November 12)
She'd be damned if she knew how it got there, but Katchoo had some pop-country song stuck in her head this morning. It wasn't as if she even liked country music, but how the hell did this even remotely count? No clue, and not knowing the answer to a trivial, irrelevant, and nagging question was one of those sand-in-the-shoe irritants. Combine that with the usual hotbed of issue-poking that was Ethics and she was . . . touchy.
Which -- hey, she might not be drinking as much lately, but she still smoked like a damn chimney, and she'd be taking every opportunity possible today to do just that.
Lovely.
[OOC: I couldn't tell you where that came from. Actually I could but there would be extreme measures to avoid my further embarrassment. Open, this post shall be.]
Which -- hey, she might not be drinking as much lately, but she still smoked like a damn chimney, and she'd be taking every opportunity possible today to do just that.
Lovely.
[OOC: I couldn't tell you where that came from. Actually I could but there would be extreme measures to avoid my further embarrassment. Open, this post shall be.]