washer works. Yay us. had pizza. more yay. DH is sick. bbooooo. I had vodka in my lemonade , he had honey. Yay. We rewatched the Angel final. Damn, that was good tv.
Glory ,'The Killer In Me'
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
work, daniel, work!
Yay on the washer working! And the pizza cause I am hungry. And the vodka cause, well, vodka. I think I will rewatch good tv too. Boooo on sick DH... Healthy thoughts winging eastward.
{{{Cass}}} Restful sleep-ma to you.
And in my first world problem of the night, I'm wrestling with a pesky transition scene, wherein characters who are barely acquainted realize they're headed in the same direction and might as well walk together as not. Which leads to conversation, and banter, and chemistry if I'm doing this right. And I've written the banter, and I think it's decent. Shows that the characters fell deeply in like at first sight, yet with hints of conflict. But I'm on my fifth try at actually getting them out the door and headed in the same direction.
But describing it makes me realize I've overcomplicated the thing, when all that really needs to happen is the simple realization they're going the same place....off to try again....
Cass - get some sleep . Things won't be better , but they will have their place
And in other insomnia news, even having guests doesn't help, as they eventually wear out and want to sleep. Weaklings, feh!
Cass, you know how to reach me. Anytime, dear one. Venting pain is of the good.
Cass, we're here. And I've done the fugue state, back with the worst breakup of my life in 1976. The things that would have been easier than that are beyond telling. I'm so sorry. This stuff bites.
Must to catboxes go a-cleaning, and then into bed a-falling, or some damned thing.
Or not.
Count me in on the insomnia. I had a two hour nap this afternoon. I needed it then, but am paying for it now.
I'm trying to psyche myself for a three-hour nap Sunday night being all I get until Monday afternoon.
That doesn't sound fun, Deb. I hope you can get some extra sleep on Saturday and Sunday.