Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
[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, it's fabulous! I promise when you hit page 101, it will completely change how you feel about this book.
(How's that?)
ION, I'm shivering uncontrollably, followed by bouts of burning up. My keen intellect says I have a fever. What I want to know is how in the hell am I going to drive home?
Happy birthdays Kristin, Maria and -t!
And {{Maria}}. I hope that the drive home is easy, and that the other people on the road don't make it more difficult.
We have wireless. Tivo continues to confound us. I am hoping that if I can find the TV remote tomorrow that will somehow make a difference. Goodness knows which unpacked box it is in.
Happy birthday, Kristin and Maria!
Today my email is freaking the fuck out on me. And today? I have lots of things due today that are only in my email. It's ... something. I know I should eventually get over my thrall with web mail but it's nicely convenient so often. Just today is the one day it won't log in or stay logged in or show me messages. Grrr. Must get in paperwork today for four hour meeting tomorrow. Kids, this is why procrastination is bad.
(stupid plane was delayed just long enough for me to get to the gate here for my connection, and see the plane I wanted sit there for about 10 minutes (but not let me on) and then leave without me. Voila, instant 5 hour layover)Hate that. I had it happen in SFO when United was having Denver blizzard issues. Though I was able to catch planes eventually which might be more than some could say in those few days.
Oh Maria, it's not fair that you're sick on your birthday. Don't fool around too long. Chikat ended up with walking pneumonia and I have ebola-sars.
Eta...
The doctor looked up my nose, today. At this stage of my life, I'm less embarrassed when he looks up my goolie.
Seemed she had a different code when it came to babies.
Our vicious bitch of a tabby cat was like that when my sister was wee. Mean as a snake to everyone else, but very tolerant of the toddler picking her up and hanging her over her shoulder.
waves
Morning, all!
{{sick peeps}}
Good morning, Fay!
Half way through book, still sucks. I've resorted to skimming.
Hey Fay, you scrumptious morsel.
In work news, I have been moved from the office with a window. I now have the tiny back, hidden entirely away office with the blinding flourescent lights and the weird buzzing noises of the switch room and the sussurrus of the elevator engines. Still. An office.
Oh Hec, that buzzing would drive me batty.
Oh dear, can you play music?
The lights bother me more than the noise, actually.
I probabaly could put my iPod on. My job doesn't require phone coverage.
Whether I could wear sunglasses at my desk without inciting suspicion is another question.