Tricky bits
Injecting medical geek-speak into John Shroud's mouth. He lives and breathes the stuff, and is already giving me the fish-eye concerning some of my wording.
"Just go with it for now," I tell him. "I'll fix it later."
He appears skeptical.
"Just go with it for now," I tell him. "I'll fix it later."
He appears skeptical.
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And John would know what he's doing. And he can think around corners. So he has to look good.
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Maybe a nice bottle of wine...
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I mean, what's the point of being God if you can't act like it sometimes?
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John's still muttering darkly from a corner of the office, but I feel better.