Made by the ever-fabulous chootoy.
The downstairs-boy is IM-ing. Is it rude to knock on his door and beg him to turn off the "beed-a-loop" sound?
Also, the other day I handled something at work in a particularly skillful way (apparently), and when the charge nurse complimented me on it, I threw my hands in the air and said, "I win at nursing!" Oh, my god. You can tell there's no one on livejournal at this job (thank goodness, really). They laughed and laughed! I didn't explain that "I win at X" is past, so gone. It's like wearing pointy-toed boots in Milwaukee, y'all. Utterly cool, right on, but in your heart, you know.
Heh. /random. I have to go do laundry, now. Whee.