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Does anybody mind if I pass out?

Willow ,'Beneath You'

Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.

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Cass - Oct 29, 2006 5:37:16 pm PST #9207 of 10000

Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

No lie. I've seen them. Everyone should send Cass gifties just as a means to see the pretty notecards.

I like candles, good conversation and long walks on the beach...

Also chocolate.

Sounds like a person who thought of manners as obligation rather than lubrication (also a big poor-me-everyone-else-sucks person, let me say). Oh, and hypocrite, of course -- I mean, if you'd gotten thank you notes from her, as you should have, probably you (clearly a very thoughtful little Cindy) would have been writing them too. If she thought they were basic courtesy and wasn't writing them, then SHE'S the one who was being rude.

So DAMN much this. I was expected to write thank you notes to people whom I had also gifted and did I ever get a note of thanks? Nope. Pissed me the hell off.

It is a paradox.

An annoying one too.

Oh, quick math survey. Can you solve this problem without calculation: (87 * 326)/87 ? Would you expect an eighth grader to be able to?

Yes. Yes.

Nighttime... I need a fire and some wine. Then to collapse on couch.

Lee - Oct 29, 2006 5:51:08 pm PST #9208 of 10000

The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I'm already curled up on the couch, and now I am wondering if I want a beer.

Cass - Oct 29, 2006 5:53:20 pm PST #9209 of 10000

Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Yes.

Lee - Oct 29, 2006 5:54:15 pm PST #9210 of 10000

The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Cass - Oct 29, 2006 6:01:25 pm PST #9211 of 10000

Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Cat has been shot. And is still snuggly. Also fed.

Fire has been lit.

Cass has wine and with enough will also be lit.

Sundays are goooooood.

Emily - Oct 29, 2006 6:03:14 pm PST #9212 of 10000

"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

Oh, Lee, beth, I SWEAR I'm going to come get my stuff. Promise. I just, er, haven't. Yet.

How can all my kids be failing? HOW?

Oh, that's right. They don't do the homework. Never mind. Pity it's parent conference week.

Daisy Jane - Oct 29, 2006 6:21:27 pm PST #9213 of 10000

"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

I'm going to have a small glass of port, watch Scrubs and Entourage and pass out.

sj - Oct 29, 2006 6:27:19 pm PST #9214 of 10000

"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I have been fed the most delicious meal and chased the baby around the house a few dozen times. Poor David isn't feeling well, so he hid in the other room. I'm going to fall down now.

Cass - Oct 29, 2006 6:36:38 pm PST #9215 of 10000

Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

I'm going to have a small glass of port, watch Scrubs and Entourage and pass out.

Bigger glass, more pass out.

Hopefully D will feel better tomorrow, sj. Snuggle those babies but good now that you are there.

Have wine. Have fire. Have cleaned Puppycat's eyes of goop. Have shot and fed Kittenish. Have sleepies. Have zzzzzzzzzzzzzz's

beth b - Oct 29, 2006 6:37:26 pm PST #9216 of 10000

oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!

emily, no worries. we have been thinking about bringing stuff to you, but umm... that's as far as we have gotten.

It is 830. and we are thinking of bed and sleep. My goal - make it to 9 930 would be good, but not likely.

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