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FTEC, Sunday (3/18)
Sunday, March 18th, 2012 10:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stykeraToday's cupcakes were bright green. Apparently at JGoB St. Patrick's Day lasted all weekend. Or perhaps they were leftover from yesterday.
One of the nurses, who had perhaps been out too late partying last night, turned slightly green at the sight of the green cupcakes and quickly excused herself.
Stark, however, was perfectly happy to eat something a completely unnatural shade of green while he sat at the desk.
The alien was in, his tongue had turned a frightening shade of green, and he was ready to assist with hangover remedies or other medical needs.
[Open, OCD-free, I appear to have contracted the plague from the kids I work with and so may take another 5 hour long nap. Just so you know.]
One of the nurses, who had perhaps been out too late partying last night, turned slightly green at the sight of the green cupcakes and quickly excused herself.
Stark, however, was perfectly happy to eat something a completely unnatural shade of green while he sat at the desk.
The alien was in, his tongue had turned a frightening shade of green, and he was ready to assist with hangover remedies or other medical needs.
[Open, OCD-free, I appear to have contracted the plague from the kids I work with and so may take another 5 hour long nap. Just so you know.]