free again

at long last i have decent access to the internet again. six months of hanging around the hospital after work, struggling on the bug-riddled shared pc in the ressies. no more! what luxury it is to sit on my red beanbag, in front of the heater, with my macbook in my lap. *contented sigh*

lots of bugs around the hospital at the moment and inevitably i've caught one of them. went to the pharmacy and stockpiled multivitamins, cold-and-flu tablets and throat lollies. it was fun! it's all part of my spend-thrift new lifestyle. went and ordered a new pair of prescription sunnies today. six hundred bucks. that number doesn't even mean anything to me. not that i'm rolling around in cash or anything. i just don't have any idea when it comes to money. i think i better go and find myself an accountant.

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ACT THREE, SCENE THREE

The lights come up to reveal GALAXY standing at the end of MRS DIOU’S bed. She is very unwell, dying. GALAXY stands there hopelessly. Occasionally the cutout convulses, as if in pain.

GALAXY

Mrs Diou, do you have any chest pain?

MRS DIOU

(Weakly) Meow.

GALAXY

Mrs Diou, are you sure you don’t want the machines? To help you breathe?

MRS DIOU

Meow.

GALAXY

Do you want me to make you more comfortable?

MRS DIOU

Meow.

GALAXY steps up to the side of the bed, dramatically.

GALAXY

Mrs Diou, just give me the word, and I will end it. I have the means, but most of all I have the will…

MRS DIOU

Meow.

A series of cardboard cutouts of cats, MRS DIOU’S family, slide in to stage on some kind of track.

GALAXY

(Sadly) She’s almost fucking gone.

MR DIOU

Meow.

There is a rustling sound. The cardboard cutout flicks briefly upright, then is pulled rapidly up and off stage by a piece of fishing line. GALAXY is shocked at this sudden exit. The DIOU family slide off stage as well.

GALAXY

Why did she have to fucking die?

GALAXY takes a faecal stained piece of cloth from his back pocket and looks at it wistfully.

GALAXY

They didn’t teach us about this in medical school, man. No fucking way.

WAXY saunters in from the side of the stage in golf pants and a cap. He isn’t wearing anything else.

WAXY

Did you get autopsy?

GALAXY

Meow.

Lights dim.