Some kind of heating pad, beth? I am so sorry...
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[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.
advil and a grahm craker taken. Found the heating pad - hopefully back to sleep soon
I just tried to wrentch the futon frame back into being. It is more than a one person job, requires some mystical hardware and I am giving up for the night. But all is not lost if the Angels of Gadgets smile.
I've a nuked heated pad. The plug in heating pad didn't survive the trip. I bow before the mighty microwave.
I hope all the west coasters are sleeping blissfully.
I think I might try to get my ass in gear and get to church this morning. It looks like a beautiful day out.
It's after two here and I'm just out of the shower. I also seem to have eaten a pile of olives for breakfast/lunch. Oh well, it's Sunday.
Timelies.
It's a beautiful day here, too. My plans are to go look at an apartment, then go grocery shopping, then go to the Save Darfur rally. Then do laundry.
Sounds like a good plan, Hil.
Hey, Jars!
Hey vw! Left the house yet? You're making me look bad just considering it, you know.
Nope. Haven't left yet. But, I'm showered and ready to go. Will leave in a few minutes. Church is only two subway stops away, so I don't have to give myself a ton of time.
Well done you. I'm seeing True Romance at the student union with Le Bloke this evening, so I don't feel too bad about not leaving the house all day. Plus, I get to sit around lots.