No studying? Damn! Next thing they'll tell me is I'll have to eat jelly doughnuts or sleep with a supermodel to get things done around here. I ask you, how much can one man give?

Xander ,'Conversations with Dead People'


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.


Anne W. - Apr 20, 2006 2:40:35 am PDT #406 of 10002
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

VW!!

CINDY!!

I'M NOT TALKING TO HER BECAUSE SHE'S ASLEEP CASS!!

Good to see the three two of you this fine a.m.

Edit: Oooh! And GINGER!! too!


Cass - Apr 20, 2006 2:41:48 am PDT #407 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Clearly.

It was back here: Cass "Spikes Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure." Apr 17, 2006 6:50:43 pm PDT

I kinda had a meltdown. Have. Am having. Whichever.


Cass - Apr 20, 2006 2:43:38 am PDT #408 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Not that I am here. I am asleep.

Really.

Honest.


Anne W. - Apr 20, 2006 2:44:02 am PDT #409 of 10002
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

Cass, that whole situation is so damned heartbreaking. I just wish I could tell you some easy and foolproof way to fix it.

(At least, that's what I'd say to you if you were still awake.)


Topic!Cindy - Apr 20, 2006 2:46:22 am PDT #410 of 10002
What is even happening?

Cass, I'm sorry. I had seen that. I thought there had been a whole new go 'round. I'm really glad there hasn't been, but that doesn't fix what's still going on. Good thing you're sleeping, and didn't have to cope with me, this time of morning.

...

GINGER

VW

ANNE

!


Anne W. - Apr 20, 2006 2:49:29 am PDT #411 of 10002
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

In memememe news:

I like my job, but I hadn't realized that I'd been dreading going to work for the past few days. Why? Because even though it is only 70 something degrees, they've been having the A/C going full blast.

One of the vents had been blowing right onto the back of my neck. Given that I get cold very easily and have a hard time getting warm again once I do get cold, this was extremely unpleasant.

Thank heavens for a responsive facilities department.

Now that the problem has been resolved, I no longer dread the going-in. Funny how that works.


vw bug - Apr 20, 2006 2:50:35 am PDT #412 of 10002
Mostly lurking...

GINGER!

Oh, Anne, I'm glad you figured it out. My buses this weekend were FREEZING. It's very unpleasant.


Anne W. - Apr 20, 2006 2:55:41 am PDT #413 of 10002
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

I don't get the blasting A/C thing. I really shouldn't have to wear a sweater to work during tee-shirt weather.


Cass - Apr 20, 2006 2:58:34 am PDT #414 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Thank heavens for a responsive facilities department.
Oh good. I just loathe being too cold. And now you are not unhappy about going to work!

Yes, the whole situation still sucks. I got massively weepy again today when I thought about the whole last week.

But I am going to swallow every ounce of my pride and righteous indignation and tell him how I was wrong and very sorry. Whatever it takes to get to write to the neicelet again. I am certain that drafts will be posted here for input.

And with that? I am going to bed. Except for the part where I am obviously already asleep. Because I am.


Anne W. - Apr 20, 2006 3:03:55 am PDT #415 of 10002
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

That sounds like an excellent notion on all counts, Cass. Maintaining communication with the niecelet sounds like it's the most important thing right now.