I tried to watch Spuffy, but the disc wouldn't work.
Dawn ,'Selfless'
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[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.
I know it's latish it the day for most of you. I'm actually home earlier than usual, but still, I hate DST with a passion normally reserved for people who talk in the theater. Perhaps it's because I live in Alaska, where, by the time we get DST, we have enough light in the morning and evening that there is really no need for more, whereas in the fall, it means that I go home in the dark. I hate it so much, that when people talk about how they like DST, I briefly see them with green heads and eyes on wiggly stalks. I'm glad that someone is enjoying it, though. Good for you.
We don't have it here. We are the orb's minions though, mostly.
Teppy's hair is very cute.
I broke down and bought two Bravado nursing bras today at the Overpriced Maternity Store. They appear to be perfectly comfortable, so I'll be seeking them on eBay.
Let me state for the record just how much I hate bra shopping, pregnant or not.
Poor attempting-to-quit smokers. I wish you all luck.
Sun worship without DST seems much more sane to me. Perhaps I should move to Arizona. I suppose that's a tad extreme?
It's 7 p.m., and it's STILL LIGHT OUT!!! Not the last-few-trickles type of light that characterizes dusk -- it's that just-barely-thinking-about-maybe-starting-to-set type of light.
HELL YEAH!!!
t does "Here Comes the Sun" dance
It's too gloomy and rainy here for me to appreciate the extra hour of light. Plus, I'm still bitter about losing an hour of sleep. Stoopid DST.
Crap! It's 7PM and the light outside tricked me into thinking I had more time to grade these papers! Eek!
But yes, yay for more sun. Back to being productive.
t joins Teppy in the It's still light out dance
t realizes she is on the West coast
t keeps dancing
Ugh. My back hurts. I fell asleep on a couch last night and woke up at 8 am and drove home and crawled in bed. And I think someone stepped on my foot last night, but everything after midnight's a little fuzzy.
Last night was pretty unexciting, flirtation-wise. But it was a pretty fun party, anyway. There is a true and wonderful advantage to having lots of friends who work in the wine and liquor industry -- parties are well-lubricated with decent hooch.
Last day of the performance today, so I am done with my PT job for another month! Yeah -- weekend's free!
Now all I want to do is eat leftover jambalaya and be slothful and supine.