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More psych notecards.  God, it feels like I just finished the last batch.  No one really gives a damn about neurotransmitters anyway.  Not enough to have to memorize this big list.  I'm not having time to do much anymore, actually considering resigning from the RPG at Star-fleet.com.  My stories are just sitting, I have no moments to breathe much less write.  And the icon software I downloaded is about to expire and I've only made one thing so far.  I want this program.  And I want "Humpty Dumpty" on the computer so I can cap it.  Sweaty Lisa in a tank top, I'm shivering with delight.
Al

Cards.

5 to go.
2:06 am.
Al

Sharpie bitemarks.

I just noticed that when I bite my sharpie lids to open them, I leave all these teethmarks.  Hee. 
*Getting slaphappy: it's 2:24*
Alexandria

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2 more.  It's fucking freezing here.  Not so much anymore, as I closed the window (I would have done it sooner, but it's really high.) but I'm in a sweatshirt and still not comfortable.  *walking to bookshelf to check thermometer*  OMG!  It's 48 degrees outside!  I thought it smelt like winter out there.  You know, that wintery smell.  Like all crisp and snowy.
Al

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I look up Alex Cabot from L&O and I get more Olivia Benson pictures than Alex.  Good, that means they're connected.  In a slashy way, preferably.

Al

Charity Ball (House, MD; G)

Charity Ball
a double drabble by Alexandria (CrashCart9[at]Yahoo[dot]com)
9/29/05
House, MD

“I’m not going to this charity thing, Cuddy,”  House said, approaching her at the nurses’ station.

“Yes, you are, if you want a job on Monday.”  She tucked the files she was carrying under her
arm and turned to face him.  Even though they both knew he’d lose, House wasn’t the kind to
give up without a fight.

“You don’t need me there.”

“You go to this ball from six to ten, or you can spend the time in the clinic,” she threatened.

“You want clinic duty?  I doubt Cameron’s busy.”

“She can’t do it for you this time, House.  Anyway, funding your highly expensive department is
one of the main reasons for this thing.”

“So, you want someone to represent my department.  Again, doubt Cameron’s doing anything.”

Cuddy rolled her eyes.  “House, just get a date and show up.  Go with Wilson for all I care.  But
Allison can’t do it for you.  She’s already going.”

“She gets an invite?  She’s not even a department head.”

“No,” she smirked triumphantly.  “But she’s the Chief of Medicine's date.” 

Cuddy turned on her heel and walked out with Cameron, who had come to see what they were fighting about. She let her hand slide from the small of the younger doctor’s back to her butt, leaving a gaping diagnostician in her wake.