'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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.
It's pretty much the end of the day, my boss said I should leave it till tomorrow.
I am sure it will get fixed. If I have to start form scratch, then that's not too terrible an option. (though I would like to know how I got myself into this mess)
But the panic and anger and stress and fear when I get into situations like this, it's mindblowing and horrifying to me.
btdt
It'll be ok, Nora. You can figure it out or start fresh tomorrow. I understand the panic and stress. Your boss is right. Dealing with it tomorrow is a better idea.
BUT DON'T DWELL ON IT OVERNIGHT! That's an order.
BUT DON'T DWELL ON IT OVERNIGHT! That's an order.
From at least two of us.
BUT DON'T DWELL ON IT OVERNIGHT! That's an order.
That's what I'm afraid of. But I think I'll be OK once I leave.
It's not undoable. I just am tearing my hair out because I don't know what I did in the first place.
I'll better be able to look at the scripts tomorrow.
Oh, Hec, did you ever guess your online life would involve talking so many women off ledges and out of caves?
It's the caves that front on ledges that are extra tricky.
I just am tearing my hair out because I don't know what I did in the first place.
Bald patches are not a good look. Better to go short all over.
Yeah...that would be a "Should I stay or Should I go?" kind of scene...most def(In the wrong mood, anyway)
Hec, you're a true opportunist.
I have heartburn from hell. I just got over the nausea and exhaustion and felt human again. *sigh*