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This visit south couldn't come soon enough. I begin to think I'm going crazy with the scripts I've been stuck writing. This, thankfully, is the last of them, but I sat down to start writing it before I'd really even had coffee this morning, and the comments in it are a leetle bit tweaky.

( Admittedly, it's not _that_ far off from my usual mode... )

Goddamnit. Why do funny lines always come up when your mouth's full?

Our admin doesn't do receptionist work - no phone answering for her. Nevertheless, some broken part of my brain associates AA-type jobs with occasionally having to do the phone answering thing. You know, for the public.

So when the phones are ringing madly for whatever reason, and suddenly she pipes up from across the office with the perky receptionist-greeting-voice:

"City Morgue!"

coffee | nose > keyboard