Monday, February 12, 2007

In. Between.

In spite of Darkmind's suspicions, I don't believe that New Guy has plans to use my hide for lampshades. (Yes. A charming opening. You're welcome.)

Now, hours of telephone conversation have revealed that he may have plans to compromise my dubious virtue but he's willing to wait, pretending to be a gentleman, for my say-so. My say-so would no doubt be forthcoming more quickly than anyone with pretensions to gentility would admit. But the reality is that we are both waiting for a ruptured disc in his back to mosey home to it's proper place in his spine. Until then, compromised virtue and any chance of meeting in person - are imagined. Until then, he is out of commission entirely.

And I am in the place I hate most in the world. "Do Not Pass Go" which is located in the south east of "Not Quite Anywhere." Whenever I'm there, I can't focus. On anything.

5 comments:

zhoen said...

Bad disc keeping you from holding hands?

LJ said...

Keeps him from being able to stand in the shower some days, or walk as far as the door. Keeps him from doing anything but laying flat on a bed, or limping to an inversion table. Apparently. It's a rupture. Disc is resting square on a nerve.

Darkmind said...

OH MY GOD! Keep the mace and switchblade handy, LJ!! I just realized that the "bad back" ruse was exactly what Buffalo Bill used in 'Silence of the Lambs' to get that woman into his van. One minute you're helping New Guy up a flight of stairs, next thing you know, you're putting lotion on your skin so you don't get the hose again...

LJ said...

D!!

herhimnbryn said...

lj, read this and the comments and smiled!

If it is to be it will be. I have spoken!