Sekret message for Aimee: tonight, at the concert, Natalie wore gauchos.
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[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.
I have a package of that Nihilist chewing gum. Gum without added flavor is just odd. And it's not that sweet.
Mom just called. She and s-d are on their way. They maybe visit once or twice a year, so I get excited. Going to Bobby's baseball game then the guys are going to the races. Mom gets tired easily so I imagine she'll probably rest and read most of the weekend. I baked banana bread last night and made a batch of candies that she made when we were kids as a surprise. I set some aside for her to take back to my sibs.
I should be getting my dishes done.
Gronklies.
I need to go grade papers and work on the talk I'm giving on Monday. I'm not quite awake yet. I also have no food here for breakfast and no coffee. Option 1 is go to Starbucks, get coffee and a danish, eat at the office, and then get to work. Option 2 is go back to sleep, forget about breakfast, then wake up around lunchtime and go get lunch then. Option 1 is probably the more responsible one, but Option 2 is looking nice.
We got up early 'cause the contractors were supposed to be here at 8am, but surprise! (or NSM) they won't be coming till 10:30. Maybe.
I'm working on a mix and waiting till I have to get ready for the farm/lunch with our farm-mates (who is Tom's boss, who I am not currently pleased with for work related reasons) so I'm trying to mentally work on boundaries and compartmentalization.
Also trying to decide if the Disintegration or Remixed version of Lullaby (The Cure) is creepier.
I prefer the Disintegration version.
yeah, I'm leaning that way as well.
Slugabeds. I've been at work since 6AM.
Evil. I am still trying to get the cats to make me coffee. And maybe fix something to eat.