vw bug, did you mention what ickyness the doctor told you that you had? I think I may have missed it.
William ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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.
URI (upper respiratory infection)
Oh, with liquid codeine, I have learned the hard way to not just avoid alchohol, but also caffeine and anything with lots of sugar. There was some outrageous clothing and possibly indie punk rock bands I have worked very hard to block from my memory. Unfortunately, the pictures people flash me on the aniversary of the event prevents me from blocking it out entirely.
Poor Guy-In-A-Big-Bird-Costume. He had no clue what I was doing the entire time.
So...ummm...I was up earlier. You all saw me. Up, posting, awake enough to spell Hebrew words correctly...
Apparently my body decided I shouldn't be awake. At some point I closed my laptop, rolled over, and fell back asleep. I just woke up again about ten minutes ago. Um. it's almost 1 in the afternoon. I'm thinking I'm either getting sick or catching up on the sleep I didn't get for the month of November. Considering the sore throat and the fact that my body is aching, though, I'm thinking it might be the former. Dammit.
ETA: I'm going to go take a shower now and hope like hell that I'm just feeling a little off.
my codeine high is not fun, just vague and detached. I could not believe that people get addicted to it.
Yay! The landlord is here!
I want to do a remake, wouldn't that be fun?
Only if I get to play Auntie Mame, dammit. She's one of my role models. Her and Morticia.
Nobody to fix the heat till tomorrow. Landlord is getting us a space heater. Ugh.
Only if I get to play Auntie Mame, dammit.
This, I want to see.
Nobody to fix the heat till tomorrow. Landlord is getting us a space heater. Ugh.
Damn. I hope you have lots of blankets.
vw, I hate your landlord. It's almost December. Perhaps he could, oh, I don't know, CHECK TO MAKE SURE THE HEAT IN HIS UNITS WORKS?
Ugh.
Shit... this means that Emily must have been FREEEEEEZING on Friday. When it was like 9 degrees with the wind chill? (29-32 actual degree high)