"I Am Your Angel Of Music... Come To Me, Angel of Music..."

Well. T'was my first day at work to-day.

It was alternately really nice and really terrifying. I know most people's names by now, and I can remember who's in which room somewhat.

A lot of the residents are quite lucid, but a fair number aren't, and I'm getting to know which are which. I know who I'm absolutely stark mad scared to death of, and who I get on really well with.

I changed calendars first thing, and then went around watering everyone's plants, which was pretty fun. A few people water their own plants, and one old lady attacked me and by the time I got out of her room I was shaking, and the lady at the nurses' centre looked at me like I was nuts for even taking this woman seriously. Meh. But a lot of them wanted to talk to me and tell me about themselves and I shook hands with several people who seemed to like that. Some of them recognise me from when I came in to get registered and take my building tour.

Then we had about two and a half hours of Bingo, which seems to be a popular sport around here. I helped--well, I don't know if I'm allowed to mention names because of the Resident Privacy Policy, but I helped my old lady with her cards while I was sitting next to the old fellow who remembers everything. He's excellent at Bingo; apparently he's the regular winner. But my old lady won two games and blackout, which made me feel sort of inordinately proud, because she was my old lady.

Then I did plant cart, the point of which is pretty much to load all the plants from the sunroom onto a cart and take them around so the residents can water them. This is a regular activity that seems to be enjoyed.

And then my five hours were up, and Mum got me.

"Finally a Light in the Darkness Has Come to Me..."

gileonnen wrote me Jack/Norrington. It is teh_roxx0rs. Read it.

"I Take Another Deep Breath, And Feel the Wind Pass Through My Body..."

Waen has been complaining about drabbles. She says it is like getting half a pair of earrings.

Well.

Personally, I think she's sulking because of this, but really, I don't agree. I love drabbles. I think it's so neat how a person can get so much feeling into one hundred words. This is not to say that a) all drabbles are fantastic, or b) full-length epics or one-shots are bad. I <3 full-length fics like anything. But I think drabbles are great, too.

petronelle, for example, writes the nicest drabbles ever. They're absolutely incredible for the number of words that go into them--there's so much description and so much expressed. She had a Remus/Hermione, I believe, a month or so back that was just the neatest. damn. thing.

sansenmage, also, writes drabbles. They explode my head, but I love them none-the-less.

But mhari writes ficlets. And her ficlets make me die of squee, too, just as much as Petra's or Seneca's drabbles. It's a different sort of squee, that's all.

And gileonnen writes Jack/Norrington fics that are long and fabulous. birdmad_girl wrote the best crossover I've ever read, and it was epic-length.

What I'm attempting to say is, I don't think length matters at all, really. I think it has far much more to do with talent.

So Waen ought to be satisfied with my incredibly talented hundred-word gifts, dammit!

"The Closer to the Family, the Closer to the Wine..."

ARKADY! ARKADY! His damn' name is Arkady! I've been trying to remember for a month! Bwahahaha! ARKADY ARKADY ARKADY!

*ahem*

Sorry about that...