I have to go back to the jury room in like 10 minutes. Yuck. Good news is that it's only a few miles from home so I came home for lunch.
'Dirty Girls'
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.
I feel like I have a hangover. Must be a sleep hangover, because I finally got several hours in a row, except for a brief interlude in which I answered the phone, and the guy needed to leave a message for Daniel, and I was utterly incapable of finding my butt with both hands let alone my glasses or a pen. He offered to call back and leave a message on the machine, and that worked out.
There is much need for punctuation here today - all around - {{{{{{{{Bitches}}}}}}}}}} Sorry I gronk mightilly and am no more capable of a meara than I am of taking a message.
Buffistas are good for the soul - in case anyone ever doubted.
Today is my first day back at work and I'm having a worse time switching gears back into work mode than I did after my Spring Training vacation.
I'm still basking in the memories, or at least the ones I remember (hush).
I am trying to figure out if it is possible to drive and nap at the same time. really, I can't complain, because I am just going back to work for the first time , but still....
I need advice.
About what?
I need advice.
Buy low, sell high.
Don't run with scissors, don't feed gremlins after midnight, don't light a match to check the gas furnace.
I need advice.
Never turn down a free meal.
Does anyone here like real bats (cc: Jilli)? There are insects in the picture, because a bat's gotta eat. There are no *r*chnids, as as far as I can tell, anyhow. [link]