sj, it's slightly different for each browser, but poke around in Preferences (or Options, whatever it's called in yours). It's often in a section of privacy-related things like clearing your history, saved passwords, and so on.
Giles ,'Selfless'
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
Well. That day went... poorly. I hereby dedicate the next couple hours to sulking and reading fanfiction. If I had terribly greasy salt and vinegar chips, I'd be gorging myself on them.
Well, sorry something went poorly.
Ah, it wasn't that bad. Could have been worse. But I still feel like feeling sorry for myself.
Here's to a good sulk, Emily.
How are things at your end, Gud?
Speaking of ends, my tailbone still hurts. I'm starting to think I don't have a bruise but possibly a tiny fracture in my coccyx. Though that seems like it would cause bleeding and hence visible bruising which is not the case.
On the other hand, my ass still hurts from Tahoe sledding adventures. And not a dull ache, but sharp pain whenever that part of me bends.
Hey Emily, when a class is described as "Intro to finite math", what the heck type of math is it?
Ow, Hec, for I do know that pain better than most.
Things are in limbo right now.
Hey Emily, when a class is described as "Intro to finite math", what the heck type of math is it?
Er. Could they mean discrete, maybe? I'm really not sure. Sorry!
Hope your tailbone starts feeling better soon Hec.