We're Coming Up On Final Elimination

[laguera25]

While the consensus on S1 of Monk has been positive, it wasn't the slavering, shameless approbation for which I had hoped, so it's down to S1 of Numb3rs or S3 of X-Files as this month's entertainment. This assumes, of course, that my wheelchair wheel doesn't snap off before the wheelchair tinkerer arrives on the 5th and send me tumbling down an embankment, breaking bones and dislodging teeth.

Yesterday and today featured stupendous thunderstorms, so I've become intimately familiar with the subtle nuances of my bathroom, from the smell to the mildew pattern in the grout. Tomorrow currently promises a reprieve, but I am dubious; nine times out of ten, the dancing weather monkey emerges from his tree at two o'clock in the morning to scream and bare his teeth and fling a steaming pile of meteorological scat at me before showing his ass and scampering to the safety of his tree again. Hairy, raisin-testicled bastard.

I did, however, manage to kick off Part III of my lyric_ficathon fic, and it stands at 1,162 words.