Giles ,'Conversations with Dead People'
[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.
Wow! 9 hours is wonderful. And how many hours did Stephanie sleep?
I lose stuff all the time. Fortunately I am also find it girl. I both lose and break glasses so I wear contacts now.
Break time for me. I just put together a 21 page pdf with airline reservations, 3 hotel reservations, car reservation, and 7 directions maps for various legs of Brendon's trip to California tomorrow. Now I feel all organized.
Ugh, this sucks. Between working the PA gig during the week, and the play on the weekends, I have learned whole new meanings of the word tired.
Lately, especially when working the play, I've gotten so tired it hurts.
Today's task: coming up with formative assessment for inscribed angles. Ooh. Ooh, I just had an idea. Don't know if it'll work, but it's an idea.
Between working the PA gig during the week, and the play on the weekends, I have learned whole new meanings of the word tired.
How much longer till you get some rest time?
And, ugh.
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How much longer till you get some rest time?
Real rest? Like, sleep in as late as I want, and screw the world?
Two more weeks.
Well, at least there's an end in site, Sean. But, ugh. I'm sorry.
I feel totally drugged today. It could be because I had to take 4x my regular dosage of sleep meds last night, just to get to sleep. But, boy, the hangover is nasty. I've got stuff I need to do.
I've been doing homework. And then I got a phone call.
I shall be getting back to work soon
I went to bed at, like, 7 last night. I hope I'm not getting sick.
Ouch, Sean, that's...not good. At least make sure you're eating well, if you can't get enough sleep.
Anybody got a recommendation for the best site to use for international plane tickets?
I was supposed to be doing homework yesterday and I didn't do a lick of it.
Last night I dreamed about doing homework. That is so wrong. Just wrong, wrong, wrong.
Yet, I'm about 70% done with what I need to do today. Feh.
I should be doing homework, or something. Instead, I'm watching some very weird movie on TV, and getting ready for going out with a guy this afternoon. (I'm not quite sure I'd call it a date, yet.)
Also, reading The Devil in the White City, which is really fascinating.