November.

Salutations

Tis my month of birth. November, that is. The month were snow touches ground, remote car starters are a popular item of purchase and come near the end of the month stores in the mall have Christmas songs played on full rotation.

My fair readers did you know I have to share my birth date with the assassination of John F. Kennedy? That bastard. Fame whore. For shame. I was talking about myself... *face palm*


So, one day I was thinking about the various photos taken back in the day that are not on my fabulous Apple computer. The culprit? The hunk of junk that was formally known as our family's computer. Departed c. 2008. So now that my mind was set on the path of nostalgia, I started remembering about my former blog that I use to write and there was this bit of script writing that invovled a hilarious (at least in my eyes) event that had occured. It was called "Master Piece Theatre". So I figured why not revive the bit. Here it goes:

Tonight on:



Scene: Our thespians are in the throws of everyday work in the Surgical Intensive Care Unit. A hard working, newly hired Natalia is conversing to the bedside nurse about a patient who is proving rather difficult to transition from assisted ventilation to spontaneous breathing.


Nurse: Natalia, so what's the plan for our patient here.

Natalia: I want to wean down his support but he's being a hard weaner. *silence*

Nurse: Ummm.

Natalia: Ummm that came out wrong...


FIN.


Good light fare, mais non? It's a fresh post, a friendly departure from the classic, analytical blog writing styles I've grown a crutch for.


Wish me a Happy Birthday losers,
N.