Okay, this sucks. I haven't had insomnia this bad in a long time. Someone tell me to go to bed. I really need it.
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[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.
Yo, Sail, get the to bed. Post haste. Or, ummm, ahhhh.....oh heck. Get over here and finish this darned paper for me.
The End.
Now, go to bed.
1,053 words done. Minimum required 1,050.
The End is right! Now to read one last time, edit, and submit.
Excellent number of words, MG!
Sail, to sleep with you!
Ima go Wave and Not Drown myself and then sleeeeeeeeep.
Oooh, I'd submit to you anytime, Suzi! Okay, getting pretty punchdrunk, here. Off to bed.
Oh man, Sail. Such temptation.
And with that, I'm off too....
t waves contentedly
Night all...
{{{beth and Matt}}} comfort-ma for you and your family.
5:30 a.m. this morning. A little better than 3:30 yesterday morning. Yesterday I couldn't get back to sleep with the stuffy head/runny nose combo until 6:30 a.m. DH had to work from home so he could watch Owen in the morning so I could catch up on sleep (which was very nice). No way he can do that today, since he's in meetings up to his eyeballs all day.
Gronklies. I had a wonderful birthday dinner last night, but the waiter must have given me regular coffee instead of the decaf I requested, because I did not sleep AT ALL last night. Okay, maybe I fell asleep for a bit here and there, but it certainly did not feel like it. Feh.