Mal ,'War Stories'
[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.
Hrm. Back is still sore, as are shoulders. Car is at Tire Discounters, getting 4 new tires, to which I say HOLY CRAP.
However, I *do* know enough about cars to know I'm not getting scammed. Tire Discounters Guy showed me the tread wear on my tires (which were the tires on the car when I bought it 15 months ago, and they weren't new then), and yeah -- I needed new tires.
But still, that's a lot of money. Am debating not going to Cleveland now. Must ponder.
Happy Birthday+1, Princess Ticky Box!!
I wish I could stick around and wait for Plei to show up again, but there is a strike today on campus and I won't cross the picket lines, which should begin in about 30 minutes. So, I am here in my office only a moment or two to pick up something I forgot, and then I must flee.
What wonderful news! Have a great day, Bitches!
Hurray for the arrival of Princess Lillian Tickybox!!!
Go Cleveland! Choose Cleveland! And I'm off to the airport.
gah. I'm totally sitting here in tears- I am such a bitch, I've made my agent and my husband think I am frustrated at them when really, I am just THAT much of a fucking asshole.
I think my agent hates me now and I don't blame her.
(((Nora)))
{{Nora}}}
{{{Nora}}} You're not an asshole. This stuff is stressful. The agent is used to dealing with that. Can I do anything? Can I bring you a cup of coffee or tea or steal you away for lunch or anything?
steal you away for lunch or anything
HAHAHAHA! I got to step away from my desk for lunch yesterday, that's it for the rest of the month! :) Thanks, vw. I'll let you know if there's anything.
I just need to get a hold of myself. It's hard. This stuff is just feeding so easily into the issues of overwork I've been having, it's hard to make it go away. Which, of course makes it harder to work, which results in more stuff piling up.
I'm back at my old therapist's on Monday. That's a hopeful thought. I feel like I'm drowning in fatigue and self-pity.
I have forgotten everything I learned in school. I have discovered this by trying to study for the next Actuarial Exam. All the formulas I used to know that should be popping into the useful areas of my memory as I review seem to be just plain gone.