'Just Rewards (2)'
[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'm looking at course schedules, and I think it looks like I'm going to have the following schedule for a month this summer: Monday through Thursday, class 8:15 - 9:45, go to work, class 5-7.
It's not bad, I know -- not to someone with a normal schedule. Thing is, I've been in a funk for so long that even the idea of making it somewhere by 9 every day is daunting -- by 8:15 is just crazy talk. But I don't see how else I'm going to get all the classes done that I need.
Not only is there you-can-do-it-ma, there is even ma-ma. Which sounds like one of those creepy baby dolls that talks.
Add in the rolling eyes and you've got even more creepiness. t shudder
Much you-can-do-it-ma and anti-funk-ma.
even the idea of making it somewhere by 9 every day is daunting -- by 8:15 is just crazy talk.
I like EmilyWorld.
Not only is there you-can-do-it-ma, there is even ma-ma. Which sounds like one of those creepy baby dolls that talks.My favorite is car~ma.
You-can-do-it~ma, Emily.
Someone make me get in the shower so I can go to my appointment.
I like EmilyWorld.
Oh, don't. It sounds better than it is. It's not that I'm all lounging comfortably in bed until I feel like getting up -- I still drag myself out of bed after only about 4 hours of sleep and am half-dead all day. It's just that that I do it at 9 or 10.
I skipped so much ~ma to everyone who needs it.
I need some advice regarding the car accident. I finally got a copy of the police report and contact the insurance company of the woman I hit. They said she hasn't filed a claim. So I'm not sure what to do at this point. Should I contact the woman herself (I really do not want to do this), file a claim with her insurance company (the agent asked me if I wanted to do this, I said no), call the police officer who wrote the report and get his advice?
I want to make sure that I've covered all my bases and I'm not going to find out later on that I was repsonsible for something that I didn't do.
Okay, I'll skip the 4 hours of sleep thing that doesn't sound so good.
Thank you so much, utterly everyone, for all the good thoughts. Friday was very bad, Saturday and Sunday less so, and sometime during Sunday afternoon the shift happened just as Beej described -- the hollow sick space filled up with memories: his grin, his out-of-control wheezy laughter, the touch of his hand, the certainty of him.
And now my head is far enough above the water that I have room in the sadness to be sad that I missed the chance to spend time with -t and her DH while they were in the Bay Area. It was just profoundly not a good weekend for socializing, but any other time I'd've been there with bells on.
You-can-do-it-ma to Emily, job-ma to Fay, ass-ma to Deena's Nick, better-ma to Nora and general all-purpose-ma to sj because the last few days sound rather lowering (though Teacup Guy sounds more and more sterling). And color-ma to erika.