Good - the latest issue of Playwitch came out and Parvus Obitus was one of the four fics in it. And I ran all over the house squeeing. Link is totally not work safe, btw.
Bad - went to the doctor yesterday and was at the hospital for roughly four hours and some change. Had yet another blood draw (second this month) and... The Woman's Wellness Exam - DaDaDum. They left me in the exam room waiting for over half an hour and by the time they came to examine me I had developed hives out of nerves so that's a great way to meet your brand new doc. "Hi" scratch scratch scratch "I don't really want to be here so could we move this right along? Kthnxbi."
Good - got my latest BPAL order in. Enraged Orangutan Musk. I shit you not. We've been calling it Monkey Stink (among other things) and I bought it just to have a bottle labeled Enraged Orangutan Musk.
Bad - spent five hours at Captain's All-Ranks Ball. May I just say that the word ball implies dancing, does it not?
Except to the Army the ball implies sitting around for five hours watching people get drunk and pouring massive amounts of random alcoholic beverages into a large tank stirred by a man dressed like a pimp who then throws things like underwear and socks and boot grit into said tank while giggling like a girl. And then they make the junior officers drink it.
I. Am. Not. Making. This. Shit. Up.
I had to get dressed up in a formal gown. FORMAL. And go sit and watch people in uniform make asses of themselves for FIVE HOURS.
And the food made me ill.
Also, the next "ball" is in April.
Shoot me.
Bad - went to the doctor yesterday and was at the hospital for roughly four hours and some change. Had yet another blood draw (second this month) and... The Woman's Wellness Exam - DaDaDum. They left me in the exam room waiting for over half an hour and by the time they came to examine me I had developed hives out of nerves so that's a great way to meet your brand new doc. "Hi" scratch scratch scratch "I don't really want to be here so could we move this right along? Kthnxbi."
Good - got my latest BPAL order in. Enraged Orangutan Musk. I shit you not. We've been calling it Monkey Stink (among other things) and I bought it just to have a bottle labeled Enraged Orangutan Musk.
Bad - spent five hours at Captain's All-Ranks Ball. May I just say that the word ball implies dancing, does it not?
Except to the Army the ball implies sitting around for five hours watching people get drunk and pouring massive amounts of random alcoholic beverages into a large tank stirred by a man dressed like a pimp who then throws things like underwear and socks and boot grit into said tank while giggling like a girl. And then they make the junior officers drink it.
I. Am. Not. Making. This. Shit. Up.
I had to get dressed up in a formal gown. FORMAL. And go sit and watch people in uniform make asses of themselves for FIVE HOURS.
And the food made me ill.
Also, the next "ball" is in April.
Shoot me.