OK, I just gave in and called Potential Boss. She didn't answer either, so I left her a simple voicemail asking that she call me. And now I'm going to eat breakfast.
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[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.
being home would not be restful, so here I am.
You want the key to my apartment while we're gone? You could just disappear for a few days...
Aimee and MM, I forgot to squee, too: SQUEEEEEEE!
vw, I hope that the medication is not a problem, and it's just the getting used to it before it works wonderfully. (and I loved my course of Prednisone when I had it -- I sent out 20+ resumes that week, and my apt had never been cleaner)
Sparky - when I'm on prednosone, it is like PMS x 100...super-bitch.
Things are starting to move regarding my being C's legal guardian. We got the paperwork to fill out, then we have a home-visit appointment from her lawyer.
I've been on prednisone for almost two weeks now. I wish it was motivating me! Maybe that's why I've been so bitchy, though. They may lengthen the course today. Yippy!
The asthma hasn't gotten worse...it's just not better.
Prednisone turned me into a raving psycho bitch who was hungry all the time (er...moreso). But on the plus side, I was able to use my hands again, so I forgave it.
Juliana, I've already said this, but any kind of support at all, ask and it's yours.
raving psycho bitch
This was me for about 2 years. Plus I gained a TON of weight. And yet, I could breath.
Juliana, so very sorry. I can't imagine a more welcoming and inspiring place for you to be than San Francisco, and I hope this will be a true rebirth for you. If it's any comfort at this time, my divorce ended up being that way for me, and despite the pain I thought would kill me at the time, I am grateful for the chance it gave me to grow into the person I needed to be.
Huh. Well, I only had a short course to get me over a sinus infection that wouldn't go away, and I felt fabulous on the stuff. Years later, I still wish I had some certain weeks when I'm feeling overwhelmed by the piles on my desk.
And? Rocking boyfriend that rocks a lot.
Owen just tried to eat part of a green crayon. I think that means it's time for lunch.