I'm so glad to hear it, Hec. The last report sounded so much better than I'd been fearing, but this is all that plus test results. Yay!
'Trash'
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Oh, good Karen news! Yay!
That's brilliant, David!
Hec, that's fantastic news!
Hey cancer: fuck off! Karen doesn't want you, so just crawl in a hole and perish!
Woohoo, Hec!
In mememe news, tomorrow is my annual physical. I'm more nervous about it than normal, because between my mom getting lung cancer as a nonsmoker and one of my cousins getting diagnosed with colon cancer at 43 (I'm 36, and one of my brothers had it at 46), I've been obsessing over every tiniest thing that might sorta kinda maybe be termed a symptom for the past few months.
Yes, meara was a godsend today. I am rewarding myself/psyching myself up some posting. I must be off in one minute. when I finish the kitchen, I get to post some more.
OMG I'm finally done with this hellish class!!!
I'm finally done with this hellish class!!!
You learn how to kill Dawn?
Sorry. Yay! on no more hell-class!
Ha! Also I was the anti-Hellish - I loved s5 Dawn.
Fay, you remind me of a time my senior year in High School. We had squirrel day. It seems one heroic lil squirrel decided to climb up a power pole, squeeze into the transformer that stepped down the power for downtown. Which of course is where the school was. Apparently, no power = no school. Who knew! We sang praises to the lil hero. We called him Skippy (since we could skip school). And it was on a blissfully beautiful spring day. Ahhh, one of the few happy memories of HS.