{{{Deena}}} Sorry about the insomnia. I hope you can get a nap in today.
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[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.
Windsparrow's new tag is taken from something JZ said to, I believe, P-C, about his thesis writing. For those keeping track at home.
Oh, thanks, Deena! I think I did already announce it. Almost certainly, since I was probably there at the time.
My cable went out last night--and I have cable Internet. They didn't get it fixed until about an hour ago. My computer felt so dead and useless when it wasn't connected to the Internet.
Thanks, sj. A nap would be nice. We'll have to see how the evil babies behave. They've been a little lively today.
Deena, you awake enough for a phone call or shall I wait a bit?
I love Connie's descriptions, they bring to mind such lovely visuals.
Watching the sun come back after the winter makes me giddy. Check back in three months to see me say, "Stupid sun." Life in a desert land.
Fall is the best time around here, because the ramp-up to hot is more obnoxious than the ramp-up (down?) to cold.
Call away, lovely vw.
Spring always makes me giddy. The forcing bulbs sj got me for Christmas have started to bloom. They're lovely and make it feel like spring in my bedroom, despite the nasty snow we've had the last few days.
Okay, Penny Arcade cracked me up today. But you have to read yesterday's first, as it's a two-parter. Then the hilarious conclusion.
The forcing bulbs sj got me for Christmas have started to bloom. They're lovely and make it feel like spring in my bedroom
Yay! I am glad they are making you happy. Insent.
Connie, that was beautiful. I thought I'd opened Great Write, by accident.
Beej, that's ugly. I thought I'd fallen back to sleep and had a nightmare.
Quentin Tarantino has signed to direct the season-finale episode of primetime's most-watched series, CBS' "CSI: Crime Scene Investigation."
Pity I don't like his stuff.