I'm watching Numb3rs and wishing someone would deliver food to me.
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.
Kristin is me. But, being a demandy sort today, I would also like my cough meds delivered too. Instead I shall pause Numb3ers and go fetch it myself. Which, really? First -world when it comes to issues.
Wasn't your MRI at some dreadful hour this morning, tommy?
Yes. Hence the napping. Now gotta wait a few days for the results.
ION, I have returned with sandwich. But the stupid candy store was closed! Oh well - I still have leftover pie....
Pardon me, I need to leave the thread to deal with my cell phone company, which has decided to auto-deduct $597 from my bank account for some mysterious data charges (of which I am supposed to have an unlimited supply).
I think the term "justifiable homicide" applies....
...and the billing department is closed, and the after-hours service department can only make a note that I'm disputing, and I have to call back Monday.
Dammit.
Damn, Kristin. I hope you can get that resolved ASAP.
In other news, it is 7:30 on a Saturday night, and I have no plans and also don't feel like doing anything even though I'm bored.
Ditto Anne. I should be cleaning and doing laundry and starting to pack, but after four hours sorting through piles of bills and receipts and trying to get my finances in order only to discover I'm now short $600 from fucko cell company, I am too cranky to do anything more.
Howdy!
Have trucked alllllll over San Francisco today, searching for an apartment for me. Have found two strong possibilities in Nob Hill near Union Square. Have found two listings for open houses tomorrow that I REALLY WANT TO SEE and that are scheduled for just as I'm leaving on a jet plane. Bastiges. Have left messages to see if I could sneak in a couple hours early. If not, I will send Deb in my place. One is in North Beach, just off the main bit (near the Steps of Rome, pretty Italian boys ahoy!) and one is just off of Haight & Ashbury. Both areas I could be quite happy living in.
Tonight, don't know. Possibly karaoke at the Mint, possibly seeing KRS-One at the Justice League. And sleep. Much sleep.
I am too cranky to do anything more.
Ditto. I don't have a fucko cell phone company to deal with, but PMS has set in.
Juliana, very exciting about the apartments! I'll keep my fingers crossed.