Hawkeye sipped his drink, wondering why on earth he had signed up for this. Being bored to death was one thing. Being bored to insanity was another, and he thought that he had just about crossed that line.

It had seemed like a good idea. The monotony had been getting to him, wake up, eat, wait for patients, wait some more, go back to bed. And this had had some interesting highlights, but after four hours - four - even this lost its appeal.

"Klinger." Hawkeye examined himself in the mirror, then reconsidered his options. Stay here, or go back to watching Frank trim his nostril hair. "Next outfit. Something with pizzaz this time, please. Something to match my eyes."

A diversion was a diversion, after all.