YAY date with wine-soaked punk!
BOO fevers and sick!
[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.
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?"
Thanks, but it went pretty well, all things considered. The parent was (rightly) pissed at her daughter and not at me. Phew!
I'm also still at work, but I'm about to pack up and head home. A nice dinner out with Drew and being asleep before 10 are both in my plans.
Why? What happened to me?
Nothing. I'm hideously tired, and misread DJ for you. I would be ashamed, but shame takes too much energy so instead I'm just wearily waving one hand.
I think I need to take a sick day. I'm being aggressively stupid all over the place.