Buffy ,'Chosen'
[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.
Glad Matilda's doing OK.
I just got an email from one of my students. He says he bought the wrong edition of the textbook, and for the past two weeks he's been waiting for the bookstore to get the right edition, but since he hasn't had it, he hasn't been able to do the homework for the past two weeks. But he ordered the right edition, and he'll probably get it in a week or so, and so can he get credit if he hands in the past two weeks' homework next week?
Um. No.
Gris, are you on any antidepressants? Sometimes those can have some weird side effects.
Man, those are some good looking kids you have there, Cashmere.
This morning is going SO. SLOW. Blarg. It needs to be 8am.
Hec, insent about visitage. I'm glad Matilda is out of the NICU and things are going well.
I wish I could make it over to SF this week. It is so close and yet so far.
Hec - you, JZ, and dear Matilda are in my thoughts. I know I just saw you less than a week ago, but it feels like forever ago already. So much has changed.
5:40am
Ping!
David's Brain: Where's Jacqueline?
David:
[muzzy]
Wha? She's in the hospit...
David's Brain: Where's the baby?
David: Also, in the hospital.
David's Brain: Mmmhmmm. Emmett?
David: With his mom. Please, everybody is fine. Let me sleep. I didn't get to sleep last night until one. We need to rest.
David's Brain: Gotta be ready! Baby in the house! Must maintain state of constant ready alertness!
David: Ooof. Brain, everybody is fine. This is like our last little chance to get some sleep before the baby really is in the house. We need to sleep. Sleep is good. Okay?
David's Brain: ..........
David: Okay.
[starts drifting away on imagery of the opening credits of Age of Innocence. Dark waters superimpsed with flowers and beautiful calligraphy. Some classical music. Dappling light...]
David's Brain: Serpentine!
Fuckity. Crying at work is NOT ON.
I called mom and in twisting to answer the phone, she was in so much pain she couldn't talk to me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck a duck. Fuck.
Poor David. I shouldn't be laughing at you. So I'm laughing with you. (Had a sleepless baby night last night, feel your pain like whoa.)
How close are you to having the bedroom set up and ready?
I called mom and in twisting to answer the phone, she was in so much pain she couldn't talk to me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck a duck. Fuck.
Oh, Suzi. Can she ask the nurses to give her more pain meds? Or put her on a pump? I'm sorry, honey. Recuperation from that kind of surgery is a hard road.
David's Brain: Serpentine!
Are they still coming home on Saturday?