I've been awake three and a half hours and I've managed to feed myself.
Well, I've also balanced my checkbook (which I should have done last week) and read a healthy chunk of "No Touch Monkey" (Ayun Halliday), our bookclub choice for this month. We all bought it literally just because of the name, because "Don't touch the monkey!" has become one of those odd catch phrases at work. There is actually instruction in our Standard Operating Procedure on how to screen a service monkey, which in itself we find amusing, particularly as it goes into details - have the monkey handler remove the monkey's diaper, etc - and it does say that at no time should we touch the monkey. The first time this all came out one of my co-workers asked, "If the monkey has a hat, do we have to offer it a private screening if we want it to remove the hat?" (Because, of course, to take religious restrictions into account, we're not allowed to ask someone to remove their hat without offering them a private place to do so.)
So, anyway, "No Touch Monkey." I have to finish it quickly and hand it on to someone else, so I'm trying to sock in all the reading time I can toward it. But I also read My Hereness, Your Thereness, by
penelope_z in order to read
daegaer's My Hereness, Your Thereness (The Fractured Reflection Remix), and, although I still maintain that Weiss fic is not really my cup of tea (even though I keep reading it because
daegaer writes it), both stories were very well written, pointing up how rather mediocre the writing of "No Touch Monkey" is.
So, anyway, "No Touch Monkey." I have to finish it quickly and hand it on to someone else, so I'm trying to sock in all the reading time I can toward it. But I also read My Hereness, Your Thereness, by
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