Yes.
I'm home, Zankoued and flexoriled. Now to lie in front of the TiVoed Wimbledon.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Yes.
I'm home, Zankoued and flexoriled. Now to lie in front of the TiVoed Wimbledon.
Last time my friend Paul, AKA Crush Guy, or Hottie Editor, was ill, he told me a story like that. About drinking a whole bottle of fricking NyQuil and taking something else, I told him that. He's a buffy fan. He got it. His recuperations are a little...xtreme for my personal comfort, though, still.
Now to lie in front of the TiVoed Wimbledon.
Movie, or match?
Movie, or match?
Match, but now you've given me Bettany cravings. Also, happy ending, and I'm not sure I'm going to get that here (I'd check the results, but then I wouldn't want to watch anyway). Still, the key part is the lulling voice of the commentators, and the smack of the ball against the grass and racquets.
Read ingredients on OTC drugs very carefully -- acetaminophen turns up in way more of them than you'd expect, so it's extraordinarily (and scarily!!!) easy to double- or triple-up the dose which is Not Good for the liver... and also, there's a maximum dose that will be absorbed by the pain receptors anyway, so doubling won't kill more pain.
signed, Lives with Chronic Pain Condition
I WANT THE KITTIES!
The kitties would grow up and eat Ollie.
And he'd think they were playing.
Ollie needs to be eaten.
I want a kitten. Stupid mutant biological clock.