*headdesk*

Christ, it's a slow day. And I mean, slow. I mean, I've been done with my morning stuff since nearly an hour ago.

Talk to me, people, if you have any pity on me whatsoever. Feel free to tell me stories, or jokes, or hell, give me a prompt, and I'll probably write you something quick. I just...fucking hell. I'm not really complaining - since last time I complained of boredom, I got five months of sheer hell afterwards - but fuck. Is it a slow day.

I plead with you. Play with me?