oh, vw, the world just needs to let up on you.
My best wishes for as little pain as possible.
'Safe'
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oh, vw, the world just needs to let up on you.
My best wishes for as little pain as possible.
vw, I hope they work it out fast. I'm sorry you're going through this.
vw, I hope you get better soon. Yeesh!
Sorry, vw, All kinds of -ma.
Ack! I hope you can avoid hospitalization, vw. And I hope the tapering goes smoothly with no further complications.
I hate it when the things you do to make one thing better make something else worse.
(((vw))) (((MG)))
In my flurry of throwing stuff out, I've come upon piles of post-its from my old office, a duplicate set of kid pictures I no longer need since I have the original portraits right here, plus, the actual people of whom the portraits were taken. Also stacks of notepads, a ream of pinfeed address labels, several old action folders (heh), and three boxes of bookplates.
Does anyone still use bookplates? Does anyone want these? I think fewer than five were used out of any of the boxes of 50. They're Antioch, and quite nice. One box is a spiral galaxy against a black sky spangled with starpoints and shot with comets, and the words "Ex Libris" above a blank white space at the bottom for your name. The next is a library corner with Beatrix Potter-style animals reading at a round table, with a scrolly-fancy cartouche at the bottom for your name and the legend: This book belongs to. The third is a gathering of Where the Wild Things Are type-characters gathered under a full moon, and a pinky-purple rectangle at the bottom lettered with "this book belongs to" and a space for your name.
Your name and address to my profile addy and any or all of them are yours. If you only want one or two, specify which.
Ugh. Doc looked up the ER wait. ER is full with 19 patients waiting to get in.
It's gonna be a long night.
Dang, VW. This SUCKS.
Why you? Not fair, drat it.
Aimee, eggplant.
In my flurry of throwing stuff out, I've come upon piles of post-its from my old office, a duplicate set of kid pictures I no longer need since I have the original portraits right here, plus, the actual people of whom the portraits were taken.
If the actual people get on your nerves, you can threaten to toss the people and keep the pictures instead...
I'm tempted to ask for some of the bookplates, even though I know I won't use them. So that's crazy, right? If I'm not going to use them, I don't need to have them. Totally crazy for me to ask for them just so I can look at them and then store them somewhere for years and years until the day that I post in Spikes Bitches 813: There weren't any retirement home quotes on Buffy, damn it! that they are free to a good home. Right?
Oh hell, Bev. Throw one of each in with the pens?
Oh argh, vw. I hope the universe starts treating you better.