It's blizzarding outside again. Is spring ever coming? I'm done with this crap.
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.
Timelies all!
I was organized enough to get some (french press) coffee into me before I got going this morning, so any gronk is at least postponed. Our movie network is showing the Barbarian Invasions (2003 Best Foreign Film), and I've finally gotten to see it, having missed it in the theatres. It really is lovely and a wonderful coda to The Decline of the American Empire. It is shocking to see the years on the actors' faces, but Decline was 1986, which is a bit difficult to accept, but alas true. If you haven't seen it, I recommend them both highly, as movies on the human condition.
Modigliani exhibit at the AGO tomorrow, then Friday off to Troy for ConFusion and Buffistas. I appear to be combatting the winter blahs with spicy goodness.
It's snowing here. Not enough for any serious accumulation, but more than enough to turn 80% of the local motorists into gibbering idiots.
Ugh.
Gronk.
Screaming baby at 3:00 a.m. Mama rocks baby until 3:45, at which point she seems asleep. Puts baby back in crib. Screaming baby at 4:00 a.m. Daddy rocks until 5:00. Baby and Daddy both still asleep.
She hasn't been like this since she was a newborn. She's not feverish, but she tugged at one of her ears a bit, so I'm going to call the doctor in a little while.
So, so tired.
No, I'm saying you're not my goddamned khakis either.
I feel so identity-less....
You can be my cargo pants, Steph.
I'm about to go get my hair cut. Getting rid of about 10 inches of hair. This seemed like a good idea two weeks ago...
You could be my goddammed khakis, Steph.
Of course, then you would have a big ink streak down one leg.
Wow, Hil! Good luck!
So, should I go to the yarn store or should I work on the paper? I really should work on the paper and treat myself later, but...
Hil, you'll love it. That's about how much I had cut off (and I still have plenty to pull back) and I love having the weight off my neck.
vw, go to the yarn store. You won't be able to concentrate on your paper with thoughts of worsted wool on your mind.