OK, so I canceled my classes for today. Reminded all of them that I've got office hours tomorrow and that they can come to the class section tomorrow morning if they want to. Feel horrible about this.
Now, back to bed.
[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.
OK, so I canceled my classes for today. Reminded all of them that I've got office hours tomorrow and that they can come to the class section tomorrow morning if they want to. Feel horrible about this.
Now, back to bed.
Hil, that sounds really smart. I hope you feel better.
Assia Wevill is a real name?
I can't not pronounce it "Ass ya weevil."
Oh, and apparently the host of the reception referred to my dad's fiancee as my mother (nuh and uh), said I was from Canada (and excused it on the grounds that Canada and Australia aren't that far from each other), and called me fat.
At my wedding, the minister (who was the identical twin of the psychic from Poltergeist ) referred to my step-mother as my birth mother (nuh and uh), said my husband was British, and never once pronounced my name correctly.
And yet, the marriage has been good and long-lasting, and I hope your wedding augurs the same for you and Biyi.
Hil, good choice. You shouldn't feel horrible about it; you are no good to them when you are at half-mast.
FOUR years?!?! But, you just had the surgery, Tep! Felicitations on the anniversary of it, and I am so glad it has maintained.
Happy Birthday, NoiseDesign!
Happy Birthday, NoiseDesign!
I'll take one of those, Cashmere.
Happy Birthday, NoiseDesign! I hope it's a good one!
My neighbor's dog is howling from inside their house. He must be home alone and afraid of the wind. Poor guy.
Feel better, Hil! Your students should thank you for not spreading the germs and for getting yourself well so you can answer their questions tomorrow.
Did I hear that Prince Henry has dumped his girlfriend this morning during the news? If there's an opening for a potential princess, my eleven year old niece is going to be thrilled.
I'm also harboring a secret dream that they told everyone that they just missed orientation, and they'll have to figure it out as they go.
Oh, oh. Me, too!