hands Jilli a glass of water
SUCH a helpful lad.
This is just silly. Two drinks should not make me tipsy.
[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.
hands Jilli a glass of water
SUCH a helpful lad.
This is just silly. Two drinks should not make me tipsy.
Poor tipsy goth!
How's the husband holding up?
Poor tipsy goth!
Eh, I haven't been this way in ages, so it's kinda fun. Even if it does take me forever to correct any typos I make.
How's the husband holding up?
He's off at his D&D game, so I'd guess that he's doing okay.
SUCH a helpful lad.
I'm a Water Nazi. It's a thing.
Good evening, pregnant people, tipsy goths, and assorted spectral bovines!
Welcome to Teppy's Insomnia, Night 2: The Insomnia That Wouldn't Die....
I am Teppy's resentful awake brain.
Was going to put this in earlier, but forgot.
Reason #Something or other why I love my boss.
Company meeting, a new hire is being introduced. Obviously Asian. He introduces himself, says he was from Texas and a few other things. He closes his intro by saying, "Oh, by the way, my family's Korean, if anyone's wondering." To which Boss says, in that apparently clueless way that annoys people, "I thought you were Texan." I could see people making faces of, "What a stupid remark, he's obviously Asian," but I'm thinking, "Yep, doesn't matter where you're from originally, if you're an American you're an American." New Hire was initially confused, but I saw a grin on his face after a moment.
I'm a Water Nazi. It's a thing.
Which means I should probably toddle away from the computer and go downstairs where the glasses of water live, right?
I am Teppy's resentful awake brain.
Ooooh, poor Teppy! We could sing you lullabyes. Of course, in my current state, I would probably forget the lyrics half-way through and start going la lal la lala are you asleep yet? but still. The offer is there. For lullabyes, I mean.
Timelies, all.
I think the chocolate-covered blueberries at 11:30 may have been a bad idea.
Which means I should probably toddle away from the computer and go downstairs where the glasses of water live, right?
Yes. Go downstairs right now, missy. Don't make me come over there. I'm tired and sleepy and have a page of thesis to write.
Steph, you can consider me your partner in insomnia, although mine won't hit until later (after I've gone to bed). I haven't had a decent night's sleep in almost 2 months, and the only thing I'm allowed to take for it is Benadryl.