monkeys and ponies

(Writing the story in first person probably didn't help any, but my concept wouldn't have worked with another POV.)

Who is the first person? Please, please let it be the Hand. I can see it perfectly.

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A Week In the Life of The Doctor's Hand

Monday.
Damn pterodactyl chewed on my lid again today. If there were two of me I'd strangle it.

Tuesday.
Owen changed my solution. About damn time. It was getting cloudy. Wanker.

Wednesday.
Gwen didn't even notice when I gave her the finger. If I can get to some scissors, I'm trimming her fringe.

Thursday.
If Tosh makes another one of her "Thank you, Thing" jokes, I am going to poke her eyes out.

Friday.
My wrist itches and there's not a damn thing in the world I can do about it.

Saturday.
Is anyone going to tell Ianto that there's no point in trying to scrub mold off the walls here? And I do not need a coaster under my jar.

Sunday.
Don't ask where Jack made me put my thumb.

ETA: I posted this to my own journal, and blamed you publicly. :)