I should know better than to say this at work...

But, I'm bored. It's been pretty quiet since I got in (three hours ago - I've been at work three hours already and it's the time people usually are on their first cup of work coffee. Gah), both work-wise and usual-distraction-wise. Of course, now I've said that the phones will go insane. *wry* I do have affidavits to type up, tho', for an inquest in the Cook Islands. So looks like I'll be doing that.

The funeral directors are getting pushier. Either I'm not as patient as I was, or the honeymoon is over and they're giving me the same grief they give everyone else.

How to stitch yourself up in one easy lesson...

Say you're bored at work. Guaranteed way to make the phones ring all day and score yourself six death reports, plus five identifications which Sarah was unfortunate enough to get all of.

Dead myself now.