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Jul. 23rd, 2010 07:43 amDreamed about the squirrel zombie plague again. Only this time the girl fleeing the horrible bites and resulting brainless and ultimately terribly self-destructive nonstop madcap antics was Lisbeth Salander - way to change the tone, brain. She was received at Customs in in some country or other full of Hasidic Jews, and the customs officer was a merging of me, a kindly old man, and
tmartian42. We/he let her in even though she had a wee bite on her ass; one lanky boy with a twinkle in his eye who looked like the Gourmet man from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy told her to soak it in epsom salts and it worked.So we/he snuck her our passport and she signed in, and took one look at the dorms and instead went to rent a room. She was in said room the next morning listening to voicemail from the first three psychiatrists in the phone book rejecting her appealing voicemail she'd left the last night. One denied any such squirrel zombie plague, one was offended at her tone, and one named Absalom said his was a 'family practice' but he didn't wish to reject her out of hand.
She's not too proud not to go to him, but sh'ell grumble about it all the way.
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She's not too proud not to go to him, but sh'ell grumble about it all the way.