Mal ,'Serenity'
[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.
People are annoying the hell out of me. When you say you'll ship in 4-6 weeks, I'm obviously hoping for 4. And when you say 7? PISS ME OFF.
I'm so with you on this! We ordered an extra lens for our microform scanner-reader-printer nearly a year ago. I was so excited when they FINALLY delivered it today...until I discovered that IT'S THE SAME LENS WE ALREADY HAVE, not the larger one we ordered. We paid for this probably nine months ago. Argh!
I just had my tryout at Princeton Review. It went OK, I guess. Not spectacular, but I wasn't terrible, either.
Eeek! The Good Date is on his way over to my place for the first time. I don't know why this makes me so nervous.
Hey there. We went to Davis Square but did not make it into NERAX tonight- I was feeling too fragile (and I think Tom was too, to be honest) to try to fight the crownds tonight. But we had a nice walk, and had a beer at Redbones, and bought some nice stuff at the fancy beer store for our own stash. Tom is in the shower, we changed the sheets to Egyptional cotton, and we'll be going to sleep soon.
Cindy, things did get better when I got home - I self medicated on a little bit o'weed and that actually helped quite a lot with relaxing and breathing and my stomach ache. It also helped me polish off entirely too much delicious bittersweet chocolate, but, hell, it was a tough day.
Yay Jen! Too bad we're in for the night or I'd be tempted to do a nosy neighbor walk! Have fun. It will be awesome.
Our choir director just called to say that one of our members who's been dealing with a variety of different medical issues (TIAs, a rare blood disease, etc.) took a turn for the worse and died last night.
Her name was Margaret. I think she was in her 60's. She used to sit next to me in the alto section, though since I was a newish choir member, I didn't know her super well. But I know she was a gentle, thoughtful lady with a powerful voice. Her grandfather was the architect who designed our church, and she often spoke of his legacy with pride. She was a poet, and she just had a book of her work published through a local small press. I have the flyer announcing it somewhere in the stack of papers next to my computer, and I planned to buy it next month, when I'm expecting a bit of an uptick in my income. I wish I'd splurged earlier, so I could have read her work and talked to her about it while she was here.
What sad news!
I'm so sorry, Susan. That sucks.
eta: It seems like I should have a more poetic response, but I just don't.
Via Con Dios, Margaret.
Nora, I'm so glad you are feeling better, was very concerned, reading about how you were feeling earlier at work.
There must be something weird in the air, as I'm having one of my periodic spells where I wish wholeheartedly I were a cat. Warm, soft fur. Purring on someone's lap. And most importantly, if I were a cat, my cats wouldn't be all the time bugging me to do stuff for them.
It's just so sudden. She was so healthy and energetic, then it seemed like overnight she got shaky and weak, and it took her doctors forever to figure out what was going on. But they did, she was getting the appropriate treatment, and it seemed like she was gradually getting better.
I hate mortality, I really do.