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Right. Would you all like to know what I've done today? I woke up, ate, wrote an email, crashed over my computer, packed a bit, crashed again, (in my suitcase, thanks for that picture of me, mother) studied my Japanese for a few minutes, promptly fell asleep over my computer, woke up, reviewed a story, ate some fried chicken, mmmm, and remembered that I need to get a holy shitload of these up halfway through swallowing a bite.
Bottom line? I've slept a lot today. And I'm scarfing down food as I do. Hah.
Drugs
"Light, have you noticed how useless these medicine commercials are?" L asked disgustedly one afternoon as they lounged about on the couch, watching TV.
Light, who hadn't really been watching the TV but was more interested in tracing the outline of L's leathery wings, looked up in time to catch the end of a commercial about some drug that was supposed to help manage depression. "No, L. Why do you say that?"
"Well, only about 10 percent of the commercial is actually talking about how the drug can help you," L told him, jabbing a vindictive finger at the TV in annoyance.
Well, when you think about it that way L has a point, Light thought.
"And the other 90 percent?" Light asked with an amused smile.
"Talking about how the drug could possibly kill you and/or fuck up your body," L said, shaking his head, sighing in mixed irritation at the commercial that was the receiver of his ire and happiness at having his wings fondled.
"And they do it with happy pictures, too," Light pointed out, adding fuel to the fire, stifling a laugh. It was amusing to see L get worked up over something as trivial as this, leveling a loathing glare at the TV.
"Exactly my point."