On another note, I do hope that Fridays, like other weekdays, are relatively not-insanely-guest-filled. Lotsa check-ins, but check-outs? Please? Few? Saturday will be bad enough.
I am so not working the smokers' rooms. That almost killed me, last weekend.
However. The thing about this job is that it lets me have my own brain. So -- I'm taking drabble requests. Thoughts to be mulled over at work, scribbled down on a pocket notepad, and corralled and written at home while waiting for the rest of the world to get online.
Clearly, since I leave in 20 minutes, this drabbling will happen to the suggestions tomorrow. Today I'm planning to prod at the Thing, PtT, the Nelsonfic, and/or the Emotionally Conscious Jack thingie.
Unless someone gets a suggestion in real real quick.
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Date: 2005-07-01 06:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-01 11:29 pm (UTC)1779, Port Royal... that stretch of time waiting for the Hinchinbroke to come back from Florida...
in Port Royal...
there's no way I'm passing that up.
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