work, daniel, work!
My whole life, I've never loved anything else.
Oz ,'Him'
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.
beth b - Jan 07, 2005 9:00:04 pm PST #2056 of 10002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Cass - Jan 07, 2005 9:01:34 pm PST #2057 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
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.
Susan W. - Jan 07, 2005 9:02:46 pm PST #2058 of 10002
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
{{{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....
beth b - Jan 07, 2005 9:17:05 pm PST #2059 of 10002
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Cass - get some sleep . Things won't be better , but they will have their place
JohnSweden - Jan 07, 2005 9:40:32 pm PST #2060 of 10002
I can't even.
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.
deborah grabien - Jan 07, 2005 9:42:05 pm PST #2061 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
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.
Lee - Jan 07, 2005 9:44:19 pm PST #2062 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Count me in on the insomnia. I had a two hour nap this afternoon. I needed it then, but am paying for it now.
deborah grabien - Jan 07, 2005 9:59:10 pm PST #2063 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I'm trying to psyche myself for a three-hour nap Sunday night being all I get until Monday afternoon.
Lee - Jan 07, 2005 10:05:04 pm PST #2064 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
That doesn't sound fun, Deb. I hope you can get some extra sleep on Saturday and Sunday.
deborah grabien - Jan 07, 2005 10:25:07 pm PST #2065 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Tomorrow is a major, major cleanup. That includes going early to Home Depot and buying a power washer for my very own. The front steps, thanks to the heavy rains, are all algaed again. That must change tomorrow. Also, clean the living bejesus out of the rest of the house - I mean, man, this is live television, eleven million viewers or thereabouts.
Sunday is all day pampering and shopping, which will be fun, but which - alas - does not include nap time.
And I'll still be doing better than, say, Graham, who will not bother going to bed Sunday night.
I should take some meds and flop. Flopping is good.