I swear I've had entire summer vacations that were shorter than this week. It's probably made worse by the tantalizingly brief infusions of other Buffistas interspersed with metric assloads of day job, but even without the F2Fers, I'd swear this week is a geologic age in length. And clearly, it's taking advantage of its abnormal duration by hurting people who deserve better.
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.
Yay, SA! So glad you were able to put the crap aside, to focus on your exam. Also? Yay, final final! Now you can kick butt and take names about the false F.
Aw, Nora, what an awful thing to happen right during your trip to SF. (((virtual hugs))) Real-life ones will be delivered shortly.
In just three hours I'll head for the airport to fetch Beverly and Ginger. Hooray!
I'm not F2Fing, and this week is still longer than last February. Maybe the new Dr. Who episodes have set up a temporal distortion effect. That's what happens when you get decent special effects, I guess.
Oh, {{{Nora}}}. I'm so sorry, you.
Emaryn! You're not supposed to do that! Hope she feels better soon, Gud.
So, I just got a note that this apartment is being shown tonight: [link] It's in my price range, but only has w/d hookups, and I don't know what the move-in date would be. Is it worth me going to a showing tonight?
If it's too early for your apartment to be shown, isn't it too early to be looking at new ones?
Not necessarily, actually. I think I'm gonna skip it, though. I can't afford a w/d, and it's probably an immediate move-in, since it doesn't say.
Now you can kick butt and take names about the false F.
First I need to find some of this "energy" thing people keep talking about. I suspect it's closely related to "motivation," which is another strange and mysterious myth.
Have lunched with Nora, who is charming and lovely and is feeling a little better.
Sat down in my truck to drive back to work from lunch and discovered there's coffee spilled down the front of my pants. This would be irritating on the best of days, but as I DON'T drink coffee, and have no idea where it came from, it's extra-irksome. (Oh, and my stain-resistant pants? Aren't.)