I wish I could tell you “yes, absolutely,” but my google-fu isn’t finding any so far. 
You beat me to it.
(I know more about fanfic, and slash fanfic, than I should admit. 
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:eek:
Sorry for corrupting your innocence, Beck!
I think its official. I’ve seen everything.
Or at least enough to know I’ve seen too much.
I need brain bleach. My God, Jim!!
Highly Illogical.
Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations. Highly logical.
---------Holy crap, what’s on this bun?--------->
Dinner was served. Corn, peas and a sammich. Sort of a bbq/manwich type thing.
The bun was soggy. So I ate just the meat. Well…they can’t fool me. This is leftover meatloaf doctored up! :eek:
Ah…it wasn’t too bad. Desert was icecream. I ate it. Probably shouldn’t have.
I walked the corridors all I’m gonna today. I’m just gonna sit here and do my crosswords and look at the Dope.
A bird flew into the window a while ago and scared the crap outta me. I nearly jumped off the bed.
b. trying to be good. (;))
How are you feeling? How’s the pain? Do you feel like you’re regaining endurance?
We need to get Beck out. I can’t find a stealth helicopter to rent.
Beck, can you get into the helicopter harness thing, or do we need to send someone down to get you?
Carni,There is actually a heli-pad on top of this place. I saw the door that goes up to it. It was locked.
Kenobi, I’m feeling stronger every day. My legs are not wobbly. I sit up much more than laying down. I get up and down easily.
My staples come out on Tuesday. Dreading that.:eek:
That is awesome news, Beck! hugs
There’s a manufactured shortage of TP.
Beck is suffering from cruel, inhumane PT.
I feel a conspiracy theory coming on!
Beck, you read anything recently about the Knights Templar?
~VOW
Son-of-a-wrek is thinking the same way ~VOW. He wanted to come break me out.
His (crazed conspiracy) theory is that the Illuminati run this joint. That one empty room with flickering fluorescent fixture is their interrogation room.
If he puts TP and PT together it’s katie-bar-the-door. A big break-out-a Channel 7 newscrew- screamin’ babies, barking dogs. And ol’Beck is in her own bed.
Alert the extraction team, will need door explosives
Don’t worry too much about the staples being removed. In my experience they come out much less painfully than they go in. Mine were in my forehead and hurt quite a bit when they were put in but I didn’t even feel some of them when they were taken out
Treats in the rehab
Hey, I take 'em where I get 'em.
KFC catered lunch today. It was nice. It put a tiny tear in my eye. 
My walking took me all around this place. There was a church service in the dayroom. I didn’t partake.
I found the nurses break room. I peeped in and no one was there. Hey, they have a vending machine full of snacks. Gotta remember to bring change when I walk.
I lingered at a bench seat in front of a big window and watching traffic below me.
I don’t expect any visitors today. It just too hard for people to get in. I’ve gotten lots of texts and emails.
I found a Sunday paper and stole the crossword puzzle out of it.
I’m trying not to watch the news. I feel so out of touch with the world.
In the vein of ‘good’ news I have on puppy socks. They make me happy.
b. taking treats where she gets 'em!
Somebody get Beck a book of crossword puzzles, stat!
Nurses’ break room should have a coffeemaker of the high-octane stuff!
Puppy sox are good. The Daughter has a pair of sox featuring unicorns farting rainbows.
Those are COTU#2’s favorites!
~VOW