General Hospital...

It's Thursday. In general, I am egg-sauce-Ted. In other news, I am at work. And right now, I don't have much to do. It is cold here. Where? Noneya.

I want to write/publish a book before I graduate from college. So, in order to get some idea's and feedback, I'm going to post pieces of my book here, for you all to read and enjoy (and critique!)

Heres the first part:

“We are going to be late, again!” I mumbled the last part under my breath. He wouldn’t listen anyway, and I wasn’t about to waste my lung power on summoning a man who didn’t believe in time, or the quality of time.
“Don’t get yourself in a knot sweetie, I’ll be down in ten!” he shouted back from the top of the stairs. The program had started twenty minutes ago, in his honor, and he was going to be a half an hour late. Why they would honor a scientist, a species with no time constraints, was beyond me. The fact that he’d spent nearly ten years simply hypothesizing on his new development was hint enough that he wasn’t going to show up early, or on time for this banquet.
“Dodge Jonathan Mayer, will you get yourself down here this instant! We are already 20 minutes late, and I am not going to be another ten!” As his wife, it was time for me to put my foot down; and it worked. He came scurrying down the stairs, the tail of his tuxedo shirt flailing out behind him. I quickly tucked it in, fixed his tie, spit shined his hair and eyebrows and made a beeline for the door.
“Someday my leisure attitude for time is going to come in handy,” he quipped as we climbed into our car.
“Yes it will. At your funeral where you’ll be escorted to and from it.” He laughed at my joke and started the car. Now I wish I hadn’t made that joke. It wasn’t really even that funny.

TUNE IN NEXT TIME TO FIND OUT WHY THE JOKE WASN'T FUNNY!! lol... Any comments, please feel free!