(Just to be clear--Aimee and Joe and I were joking about the blow job to the prospective boss thing earlier. I wasn't taking a cheap shot just now!)
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.
Gronk. Artwork done. Burned to CD. Printed. Mostly succeeded in making printer give me color-accurate prints, fucker. Now, bed.
Jilli, on the other hand still has some deadline stuff to go.
Mmmm, bed.
Sleepwell, oh Loomer. Much productivity to Jilli.
Gronk. Might kill nanny who let Mal sleep ALL DAY yesterday so he was up ALL NIGHT.
Blarg! Hi, Raq! You have e-mail.
And not only because her son might find the little squares and swallow them (what with a computer not being a toilet seat 'cause he's not going to do THAT again, nosiree)
Right. Yes. There was at least 50% altruism in there, somewhere.
YAY, Aimee! I'm so glad the interview went well!
Poor Raq!
I'm awake. I'm awake. I actually got about five straight hours of sleep last night. It's not where I want to be, but it sure is better than the last several days!
AND it's not raining yet! Here's to hoping it holds off till after graduation is over.
Yay for good interviews!
Cindy, I just read the Christopher story, and am trying to remember why I had a child. If it's any consolation, this incident probably supports the genius claim, because geniuses are not widely known for their common sense.
Off to check email.
I've just sent off a bunch of applications for some part-time summer jobs. Hopefully none of them will mind the weird hours I'll need while I'm writing my diss. Hopefully...
And now to do some research for said diss and make an apple pie.
And Cindy, I realise it's not quite as panic inducing, but a good friend of mine STILL gets ripped by his family for something he did when he was about six. He stuck some chewing gum under his foreskin. And it got stuck. And he had to brought to hospital. So, yes. Six year old boys apparently have periods where their common sense reverts to where it was when they were two.
Cindy, I just read the Christopher story, and am trying to remember why I had a child.
Hee. Of course Raq, last night at supper, every time I looked at him, I got choked all choked up, because he's evil. Clearly.
Oh my word, Jars. I had to call my husband and show him that story. Oh my oh my oh my.
The pie sounds more my cup of tea than the diss research, but good luck on both. What's the topic of your dissertation? You're in archaeology, yes?