Day of the Necromancer
Oct. 14th, 2004 02:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smokingbootSauron goes to hospital today. They are going to poke at him and tell me to go away until he's bigger. Or they are going to do things which may involve an injection.
My mother will be phoning soon. She has decided that MRSA is a greater threat than Sauron (whom she pleasantly describes as 'Black, lumpy, and full of life') and rather than risking infection, I should just cover him with a plaster for the rest of my days.
All this fuss about a mole is pretty damn stupid. Paltry. I am not going to worry. In fact, I may just skip the whole thing.
I am going to bed to dream of Venice and Scotland.
My mother will be phoning soon. She has decided that MRSA is a greater threat than Sauron (whom she pleasantly describes as 'Black, lumpy, and full of life') and rather than risking infection, I should just cover him with a plaster for the rest of my days.
All this fuss about a mole is pretty damn stupid. Paltry. I am not going to worry. In fact, I may just skip the whole thing.
I am going to bed to dream of Venice and Scotland.
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