The clever and talented -- and funny as heck kimnik (Nikki Kimberling of -- Blind Eye Books) cooked up a little scheme for her Live Journal whereby she would write a sicky scene of passionate lovemaking -- and then ask me to diagnose and proscribe -- er, prescribe -- accordingly.
So Part I -- Nikki's masterpiece of mediocrity -- is up right now. I'll tell you for free, she deserves your respect because writing like that doesn't just happen. You know she worked and worked to get it suitably flat. I take my hat -- whatever the heck it is -- off to her.
And tomorrow I will wave my magic thermometer -- hey! Get it: Ther-MOM-eter?
Yeah, I scare myself as well.
Anyway, tomorrow we see what, if anything, can be done to save the patient.