The Neon Nurse's Charting

If I hadn't been reluctant to break my fic posting streak so soon (you have to admit, slacking off after ONE day would be kind of lame!), I wouldn't have twisted my own arm to make me post this.

It's the kind of day where the store clerk gave me a total of $64.54, and I thought I would like some spare cash, so I wrote out the check for...$60.00. If those dozen and a half orders I wrapped today are all actually going to the right addresses as we speak, it's pure luck.

Also, a good friend of mine is very sick and has taken a turn for the worse. I know it's crazy of me, but I was telling the clone it seems especially unfair to be happening to a science fiction fan. Where are our flying cars and robots and nano-tech medical techniques when we NEED them?!

Dammit.

I shouldn't swear, I know. I was doing that today because of my defective tape dispenser, and Mike chided me, saying, "Susan, I know we have talked about this before...."

Anyway, here's the link to the next post. (And a BIG blushing thanks to those who have friended the journal already!)


Part 4--Falling In Slow Motion: More conversation, on a slightly more personal level. What do Hank and Steven Wright have in common?

Part 5--At Silver's: Their evening of fun is cut short because of an attempted assault by a mutant-phobic punk.

# posted by Susan : 10:58 PM