Willow ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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.
Ugh, I would not recommend racing to the bathroom to throw up as a way to start the morning. Either I paid way too much money for some bad scallops last night, or I'm coming down with the stomach flu that our desktop publishing manager has been home with the past two days.
I hope it's whatever will be over quickest.
I went in yesterday and just don't want to deal with ice and cold today. So I am home.
I came in to work (I should have taken yesterday like I contemplated). It is wicked cold due to the wind, but my car was surprisingly easy to semi-de-ice this morning, and the main roads and commuter rail lot weren't bad. If only these gail force winds would depart the way of the precipitation, it wouldn't be that bad out.
I just feel bad for anyone who was parked overnight in more than an inch or two of slush, because there car is pretty much just going to work as an object d'art without a blowtorch and/or a jackhammer.
Oh, Matt, I hope you feel better, soon.
Poor little Julia threw up at 5:00am. Yesterday, it was near 1:00am. I don't think she has a stomach virus. I think she's got the stupid fever virus her brothers had, and her temp is spiking in the night, because she never threw during the day, yesterday.
Heh. That's especially funny because she's doing so well up to that point and then she just completely spazzes it.
Apparently it's a professional hazard, like a knee going out. But I heard that that night's performance went downhill from there.
Buffistas, check your pantries!
I read this as "Check your PANTIES", and I was very confused by the story.
Note to self: consider your audience when labeling your links.
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Who'm I kidding? That tag never closes.
I read this as "Check your PANTIES", and I was very confused by the story.
The fact that the post itself didn't you confuse you says....something.
I read this as "Check your PANTIES", and I was very confused by the story.
I knew I wasn't the only one....
I was all worried that I was late, thanks to the usual shenanigans with my train, but I got here, and hardly anyone was here yet! We've got a few out sick, suburbanites running late, etc., etc. Phew.