Dottore

[tinhuviel]

I take Aunt Tudi to the hand doctor this morning. Her hands are an arthritic mess that she can barely use. When you're a human and you can't use your hands, you may as well be driven off into the hills by angry tribesmen and left to die that lonely death of Natural Selection. Instead, though, I'm taking her to the doctor. After leaving Dr. Essman, we need to go by the big PO and the dentist, so I can pay for my Big Bodacious Tooth Yankin' from a month or so ago.

Then home, at which time I will be writing more on JF9. It's time J checks out of Arkham. The place is a bore.

Before any of this transpires, though, I'm enjoying a nice cuppa and some cheese Danish. The Dutch the conjured the Danish after trying to invent the Perfect Munchie to have handy once their tokin' took effect.

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[tinhuviel.livejournal.com]

It's hideous, lemme tellya. The doc injected two finger joints. After seeing that, I wanted to smoke two joints just to stave off the sympathy pains!