Thanks, Ginger. I'm thinking the problem is a tiny spine - pretty sure I did not encounter a caterpillar.
'The Girl in Question'
Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[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.
Daisy, that is of the suck.
That sounds like a tough situation, Daisy, for you and for Mr. Jane. I'm sorry this particular friend has been a trial to you lately.
Still in London (really in Watford currently). Still jet-laggy. But having a great time. Tonight my co-workers are taking us to the London Eye and then to dinner nearby. Whee!!
~ma to those in need.
Oooh! Wave at London for me!
Kitty~ma Aimee. I hope all is well this morning.
This! In fact, I'm not allowed to speak about my best friend she last dated. I'm supposed to sit there and listen to her talk shit about him, which I figured, she was still hurt and had feelings, so I'd keep my mouth shut. My feelings are not as important.
It's the same friend? Oy. No wonder you're upset. I'm sorry this is hurting you, Daisy.
So I hadn't been sleeping properly, and about six different things were stressing me out and last night I just cried and cried and cried. I went to bed at ten and slept until about an hour ago, and now I feel wonderful! Hooray for sleeping!
Jars, I'm glad your feeling better.
Kitty~ma, Aimee.
I'm so glad you're enjoying London, GC.
I'll tell ya, I don't even want to remember my dreams anymore, they have gotten so bizarre. And scary. Last night I was in house of people and we were being stalked by a serial killer. I think I can blame it on a friend. We started talking about "Hannibal" and I think it stuck. Ugh.
~ma, Daisy Jane. Sounds like your friends have the need of a little cluesticking from the tact fairy.
Kitty~ma, Aimee.
Jars, sometimes we just need a good cry. Glad you woke up feeling better!