William ,'Conversations with Dead People'
[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.
Not exactly the recommended way though. Care for some nice soothing heroin?Will it help the headache (possibly migraine, but that might be the self-pity talking) I have right now?
I am risking an anxiety attack, and apply extra caffeine to the headache, but heroin -- or really, anything in the poppy family -- sounds like just the thing.
Unless it nauseates. Will it nauseate?
Unless it nauseates. Will it nauseate?
From what I've heard, heroin often makes you puke, but you just don't care.
I always care. Not puking and not getting myself all upset are my two main goals in life. This is why I refused pain killers after I had my babies. I'll stick with the headache and potential anxiety.
Oh ick, Cindy. I just woke up from a nightmare myself, heart racing, so I sympathize.
Aw Kristin, you poor thing. You have enough going on. Nightmares, cut it out!
How are things with Drew's family?
I dreamed I was a character in a Tim Minear show, so I was fearing for my life....
I woke up to a thumping sound in the house. I've still no idea. It may have been the kitties careening around. It may have been birds slam-dancing on the roof.
It's very white out there. It's also 21 degrees. At 9:15 in the morning.
This is why I refused pain killers after I had my babies.Seriously?
Aw Kristin, you poor thing. You have enough going on. Nightmares, cut it out!
What was especially charming is that my subconscious took my current anxieties about Drew and combined them with my prior trauma about divorce to make a nightmare mixed drink. Which has left me hungover and shaky. FEH. My subconscious is on the list.
How are things with Drew's family?
Much the same. His mom is still in the hospital. They're having another conference next Friday to determine options for her going home eventually. His dad seems to still be in denial about the fact that some kind of permenant care is going to be necessary (though I think he knows it's inevitable) and no one wants to talk openly about any of it.
It's very white out there. It's also 21 degrees. At 9:15 in the morning.There is frozen stuff on the grass. The weather gods are still angry. Someone sacrifice a Canadian! Or bribe them to keep their cold. Either.