Also, my craxydum cow-orker is having a WINGDING about something that is honestly not a big deal. Slamming shit around and muttering angrily and stuff. Sigh.
Oz ,'Storyteller'
Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!
[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.
Harvey the cat is in the crook of my arm right now, drifting between purring and sleeping.
His tiny little head is draped over my shoulder, with one paw underneath to prop his chin.
So cute.
Too bad I have to go get changed for work and stuff..
Congratulations, Susan, on the finished draft!
meara, I'd have to know your work stituation a lot better before I could make a call on asking for a reference (but I hope the grad school stuff works out for you). If it was my manager I'd be able to ask him, but since we're all frantically and openly looking for new jobs in my office that's not a reliable yardstick.
{{Nora}} Sleep dep. sucks.
My parents found 3 (or possibly 5) puppies (described as "cute as hell") at the head of the driveway this morning.
Want.
Can't have, but want.
They'll find good homes, even if through the Humane Society, being that they are puppies. But still...want.
meara, maybe you could vaguely give the impression that you are looking to go back to school part time? Without lying?
And, Susan, yay you!
Oh my goodness. I've been fighting off the puppy urge for a while now. Which I really, really can't do. But I'm thinking about maybe signing up to foster now and then.
His tiny little head is draped over my shoulder, with one paw underneath to prop his chin.
Ack! So. Cute!
I always thought Blue (of Blue's Clues) was a boy. And Magenta was a girl.
We have a chair that looks just like the Thinking Chair, and somewhere I have a photo of a friend's daughters dressed as Blue and Magenta sitting in it.
Props to Susan! I can't even imagine being able to write a whole draft of anything.
Poor Nora and beth.
I'm at school. It's a bleak, yicky day, and I want to go crawl back in bed. Ah, well. Only have to make it till about 3:30pm.
Gronklies!
It's pissing rain here, and I'm operating on about 4 hours sleep (self-inflicted). My buddy, Other!Drew (so, the not-ND one) had tickets to the Toronto film festival midnight madness viewing of The Great Yokai War. [link] by Takashi Miike. Fun film, really really strange, but it made for a late night.
However, I am self over-medicating with coffee. I think I can achieve somewhat functioning. We'll see.