Jess, how much Advil are you taking? Because you *can* take 800 mg every 6 hours or so.
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 took 400mg around 11, and 600mg just now. (Normally I'd start with the high dose and work my way down, but the receptionist only had those little 2-pill individual packets.)
Nora, would you like me to grab you a tea or coffee and bring it by? 'Cause I wouldn't mind.
and I was frequently completely unprepared and saved only by a talent for bullshit.
My dad told me today, "Your goal was to make it to all of your classes, not to have your work done on time." I love my dad.
And now I just want to wrap Nora and vw up in fuzzy quilts and brew them soothing tea.
Who would have thought I'd turn into an English grandmother at almost 38 years old?
ETA: And maybe slip Jessica a Percocet. Not very grandmotherly, but effective.
800 mg every eight hours continuosly is what my best friend the ER doc prescribes for the bad pains. Any lower dose just doesn't do the job. And give it some time to work.
And my other friend's cat still hasn't turned up. She went around the neighborhood at lunchtime talking to people. A couple of older guys on her block tried to be jokey about it. They were saying, "oh yeah, we saw your cat. He was just right here. We were petting him and talking to him. He was telling us how he took off from your place on purpose because you weren't feeding him good enough."
She said she started crying and said "fuck off, fuckers" to them. They were all "oh. Sorry, hon."
Jeez. People can be so cluelessly mean.
Hmph. Fine, I'll take another one.
Fine, I'll take another one.
They'll make you feeeel goooooooooood.
(or, you know, maybe alleviate some bit of the pain you're in)
Must be "Of Teh Suck Day".
Just checked my credit score. Not as low as it once was, nor as high as it could have been had the Focus not been taken. I'm terrified to buy another car. What if I fuck it up again?
Nora, buying a house = stress, stress, stress.
We want another car, but who the hell knows when we'll be able to afford to replace the hatchback. I have random fantasies about (please kill me for saying this) owning an Element, because I *really* liked the one the lead editor had at my last Redmond contract. Knowing us, however, a Civic sedan is most likely.
I have random fantasies about (please kill me for saying this) owning an Element
My parents own one. It's quite useful for hauling large things, and gets decent gas mileage. The back seat is set so high, though, that I got even more carsick than usual back there.