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An alarm and a clock

U_no_hu forced me to meet the office doctor today. I protested but she struck back with such vengeance that I had to acquiesce.

 

The doctor very persuasively said something that effectively suggested digging into me from down under (not to be confused with Australia/New Zealand) and cobbling me up. Doctors are a breed just waiting to lunge at you and outrage your modesty at the slightest provocation simply to satiate some innate sadist desire. They're hell bent upon tampering with as many of your internal organs as possible, as if in covert competition with the rest of the medical fraternity.

 

It took me all of my worldly and wordly tactics (strengthened recently by WebMD) to ward off the evil spirit. I promised to take a laxative instead, a far less intrusive and more humane alternative.

 

Earlier during the day, I discovered a very cute and useful site. I set the alarm for 4pm, but was away at the time conferring with a colleague. Someone who sits next to me phoned to inform of a strange noise (that just wouldn't shut up!) emanating from my computer! I realized what must have happened and dashed for my workstation to quell the noise. It was fun.

 

Time to crank a prank?!

;-)

Addendum: I hope my backlash against the doctor or medical fraternity isn't taken seriously. It was just a joke. I'm seriously petrified of doctors though!
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