I don't think it was Vogue or REM, but who knows? It's a very vague impression buried in a very specific mundane memory. Whatever the song was, I know I heard it for the first time while playing war, and we were sitting on the window seat in Liz's bedroom.
Spike ,'Get It Done'
The Crying of Natter 49
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
unmedicated migraines are going to cost me workdays that I can't afford to lose.
Jesus, fuck! Are there no alternatives? That's serious quality-of-life impact.
Oh, except for the part about it raising liver enzymes (like what caused my dad's second hospitalization last year) so they need to cut it in half and restrict me from using migraine meds or general painkillers.
Oh dear. That sounds... not so good.
Tep, you need to watch "Homicide". It totally has a suffering Timmy in it.(Whom I'm now picturing in a hero costume...weird, but somewhat fitting)
Do you really have to stay on the cholesterol meds? Can you go to a lower dose now that your numbers are down? Would lifestyle changes help? If I were you, at your age, I would go for the pain meds over the cholesterol meds, unless there's other reasons that you are at serious health risk right now that your choleterol needs to be lowered.
Tep, you need to watch "Homicide". It totally has a suffering Timmy in it.
I have a habit of collecting emotionally stunted Tims with abandonment issues.
Fictional ones, I mean. I have several emotionally stunted uncle Tims whom I would cheerfully sell for a shiny nickel.
I don't think it was Vogue or REM, but who knows? It's a very vague impression buried in a very specific mundane memory.
I'm sure it was REM, "It's the end of the world as we know it." Similar kind of rapid-fire lists of stuff. Also, Leonard Bernstein!
Also, Leonard Bernstein!
In my second year of University, they used to play this at every Friday happy hour. The challenge was for the whole bar to yell out "Leonard Bernstein!" at the same time, which is quite difficult when you're all drunk.
I have a habit of collecting emotionally stunted Tims with abandonment issues.
Heh. My BF's name? Tim. No, *really.* It was inevitable, I suppose. Though he's much more Dick Grayson, in the nobody-should-be-that-bendy sense. Which is not actually a porny sense at all.
No way...have you done it in a cuffoon?