Lead CNA and I are cleaning up a resident who has had, in her words, "a really bad emergency." (No kidding. *grabs clothespin for nose*)

Resident: So how are you dear?
Me (worried she may actually be coming down with something): Oh, I'm fine. More importantly, how are you feeling?
Resident: Shitty. *giggles*
Me: *if not for the state of hands & gloves, would facepalm*

On that note, off I go for more.

Life's been a weird mix of calm and OMFGSTRESS lately, which is what I'm blaming my current fixation with online jigsaw puzzles on. JigZone has become a particular favorite, because of the fact you can choose how many pieces and what style of pieces you want to work with. Mostly I go for 100 pieces in classic cut, but it's nice to have options. I should really be asleep now, but I just had to finish this one first, and then, given the subject, decided to share:



Have fun!

They actually hadn't been bad through September, just long. This one? A bit more messed up than usual. Some of the things are fun. Others less so. I'll cut the work crap, though the third one is mildly funny.

( Reason #984 why it makes no sense to have me case managing someone, even short-term to cover a leave of absence: )

( Reason #1047 why my boss, though a very nice guy, is a horrible boss: )

( Reason #354 why fandom and work aren't really mixy things, though not in a *bad* way: )

In other news, I've apparently now got a rabid choreo bunny to match the rabid plot bunny. Because that's just what I need. Well, actually, it'd get me moving a bit more, which would be good. And there did seem to be a not-entirely-clear-but-there link between choreographing "Chinese Burn" and finally spitting out the Faith/Remus stories, so maybe there's just something about the process that helps me get into a character's head?

Or, you know, the Muses just find it irresistibly funny watching what happens when rabid bunnies of various creative flavors take a chunk out of me. That said, when I lit the candle at Their shrine tonight, there were extra thanks. I miss dancing. It, like writing, is one of the things that keeps me moderately sane. The fic-that-would-not-die and now this choreo bunny may well be the things that keep me from completely losing it this semester, or, if they don't, at least I'll enjoy losing it a lot more than I would without them.