Bourne Man

Since the nurses held a protest march to send me home after my French mime act failed to deliver enthusiastic applause, I readily packed my bags and came home. Barking out orders across a patient with cue cards and charades isn't exactly the style they're used to - and after pelting me with jugs of assam jawa and lozenges, the nurses decided that it was time I went home. Possibly the one time my occasional bouts of laryngitis actually brought something good in my life. So for the first time in quite a while, I managed to shlep on home before 3. Quite an achievement for me, I tell ya. Usually I get tied down with other commitments at work such as meetings, tutorials and presentations that never seem to end.

And since I have cable, I ended up watching movie re-runs while hacking out half my lung. Nothing like a reasonably interesting movie, a hot cup of tea and some lozenges to while away the time. Halfway through my movie marathon, I did receive a call from Big Bicep Barry ( who is tramping through some God-forsaken ulu village where he's peddling his well-endowed wares ) asking about my condition but all I could give him was a few rasps and coughs that were far from wickedly alluring, I'm sure. Still he took my monosyllabic grunts in good stead and reminded me to be a good boy and take care of myself.

Didn't the man know that the perfect panacea would be a proposition to give him a soapy scrub in the shower?

Hmmm. So. After going through a four hour long Bourne marathon, I've decided that here's the perfect man for me. Jason Bourne :) Not traffic-stoppingly gorgeous ( boy, I'd be crazy possessive with a man like that and it'll be exhausting! ) but just boyishly cute enough. And yet underneath that serious, staid demeanour, he can actually kill a man with a chopstick. How cool is that! Lots of odious characters I wouldn't mind having gralloched and it would be great to have a boyfriend who could do that without breaking a sweat.