Anya ,'Get It Done'
[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.
Last time we checked, S's fever had finally dipped below 101. Mine was under 100 last time I checked.
Actually, my biggest worry right now, other than S not getting too sick, is how contagious I'll be tomorrow, when I have to be at work again. I really don't want to give this to anyone else, certainly not the actors or other crew as that could just kill the closing weekend.
In good news, I have a date on Saturday. For once, it is not with a lumberjack with issues. Rather, it is with a former punk rocker who now makes wine. He most likely has issues, though. Wine-soaked punk issues.
YAY date with wine-soaked punk!
BOO fevers and sick!
Hey Sean. I hope you both start to feel better soon.
Wine-soaked punk issues.
That is sooooo San Francisco.
Ayy, poor Hec.
If it's any (thin, translucent, barely-there) consolation at all, I get a painful number of those woolgathering monologue phone calls too, but mine usually end, several years into the call, with the caller saying, "So, what I need to know is if it's okay, if the doctor wouldn't mind, if I could possibly get your fax number." It's the cruellest possible punchline to the world's lamest shaggy dog joke.
My fun phone call today was having to break the news to a parent that her beloved daughter had unintentionally plagiarized (don't ask--way too tired to explain it) her final exam and therefore had flunked it. Do I win for crappy calls? For today anyway?
Drew, sweetie, so much sanity~ma to you. I know waiting is making you crazy (it's making me crazy too), and I hope the call comes soon.
Ayy, poor Hec.
Why? What happened to me?
::checks for thalium::
{{Drew}} Sorry for the crazy making waiting. Calm ~ma to you.
{{Kristin}} Not fun.
Still at the office. Could go home, but trying to finish the project here so I don't have to cart it home with me. Blah.
She's such a big shot, all verbal and whatnot.
When I get too close to Paul for her taste, I get a glare and an order of: "Off of Daddy."
Other Orders to Mommy include: "Lillian up on bed." "Nursing! Nursing!" and "Pants on bear?"