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If ever you would like to annoy a [Bad username or site: cons_detective title=consulting_detective @ livejournal.com], an effective way to do so is to sprain his wrist. If you really want to annoy him, make sure it's on his dominant side.

And if you would like to annoy his boyfriend, have him do it at 4am.


He won't tell me what he was doing, which means it was probably the sort of incredibly stupid thing that only a certified genius would think was a good idea. Whatever it was, my desk has been knocked over.

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Went over to Mary's today to see the new cat. I don't know what she's talking about, the little guy's a sweetheart. He tried to hop right up on my lap, but couldn't quite make it, so I had to pick him up. S seemed quite taken with the little guy as well. It wouldn't quite hand feed from him, but I'm not sure if that had more to do with the cat, the cone on the cat's neck, or the brace on S' hand. But it let him pet it as it was eating, so there.

Some time between leaving Mary's and coming home, he managed to 'misplace' his brace. I think he left it in the cab, the brat. He kept complaining that it hurt -- not his wrist, but the actual brace. I guess that's why he doesn't wear a watch? I don't know. I was about to lose my head if I saw him shove one more thing inside it. I've told him that taking it off will only screw up his wrist even more, and his response was that he'll just not fall off any more desks. Which I guess sort of answers the question of what he did to himself in the first place.