Ah, I'll have to get my rage on over some local battle. There are quite a number. But most have caused enough widespread rage that the letters are already written.
Simon: Captain... why did you come back for us? Mal: You're on my crew. Simon: Yeah, but you don't even like me. Why'd you come back? Mal: You're on my crew. Why we still talking about this?
'Safe'
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.
Laura - Oct 25, 2006 3:19:39 am PDT #8646 of 10000
Our wings are not tired.
Nora Deirdre - Oct 25, 2006 3:53:49 am PDT #8647 of 10000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
The Scott Adams story is interesting to me, due to Tom's mom's recent (~2 years or so) not talking (except yes/no/oh dear/and random other words that we spend a lot of painful time on stringing into a story). Her writing's not so good though, but I've never heard her sing.
Back at work after massage yesterday and then general passing out. My sar... sarc... something joints (that connect the hip to the lower back) are inflamed. So, icing, etc.
brenda, I think your sister is probably lucky to get out of that wedding situation sooner or later. People crazy.
amych - Oct 25, 2006 3:55:56 am PDT #8648 of 10000
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Sacroiliac? Ow.
Nora Deirdre - Oct 25, 2006 3:57:02 am PDT #8649 of 10000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Sacroiliac
Thank you! I figured someone would come to the rescue. Yes.
WindSparrow - Oct 25, 2006 4:03:54 am PDT #8650 of 10000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Happy iced sacroiliac joints, Nora. By which I mean, I hope it helps.
Laura - Oct 25, 2006 4:17:10 am PDT #8651 of 10000
Our wings are not tired.
Ouchy. Joint~ma Nora.
I left my reading glasses at home. I have my driving glasses on, which not quite right. My close up world is a blur. I either have to run home, or to Walgreens. Same time really.
SailAweigh - Oct 25, 2006 4:23:55 am PDT #8652 of 10000
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
{{Nora}} Ugh. One of my least favorite places to get achey in, but also one that frequently goes bad on me. Relief~ma.
sj - Oct 25, 2006 4:26:52 am PDT #8653 of 10000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
{{{Nora}}}
esse - Oct 25, 2006 4:37:47 am PDT #8654 of 10000
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!
Hi all! So it does turn out that my job here ends on Friday. At least I got some warning this time, but again, I'm disappointed that I'm leaving a job I like well enough. I believe I'm starting work at another children's hospital on Tuesday (as Monday is a bank holiday), which will be interesting. It's a bit closer to my apartment. Apparently I have to go through a medical exam, so at least I get a check-up out of it.
Trying to decide if I want to go home for the christmas holiday. I just checked online, and a one-way ticket to Nashville is €300. Not sure, not sure.
Nora Deirdre - Oct 25, 2006 4:57:54 am PDT #8655 of 10000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
I just found out that S., my friend who is living with us, got so sick that she fell at work and had to go to the emergency room- on Monday. She has stayed away from the house so not to contaminate it. I feel like a horrible person that gives the impression that you can't be sick in your own bed. Also, I feel like a horrible person to make this all about me. In conclusion: I suck in a myriad of not-so-delightful ways.