Can't sleep. Freaking out about not being able to handle finishing up grad school and writing my thesis and getting a job. Not a good night.
Xander ,'Lessons'
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.
Trudy, health~ma. How scary. I hope it isn't neurological too. Let it be an easy fix.
Hil, I'm sorry you are freaking out. I know that feeling, and it isn't fun. I hope you get some peace.
I took a second thing of cold meds that is supposed to knock me out but I am awake anyway, partly because it makes my tummy wonky. But it got rid of the achy skin, so I'm groovy.
First, Erin cracks me up.
{{{Kristin}}}
Hil, I hope you're asleep, but if not, you want to talk this out a bit?
Trudy, many thoughts and prayers going out to your mom. How scary, hon!
My sleep schedule is totally messed up. My body now thinks that 4:30 a.m. is an appropriate time to be wide awake. We're gonna have to try to change that over the weekend.
Go back to bed, vw! Sleeeeeeeeeep. You're feeling sleeeeeeepy...
I'm not, though. Not one little bit. I'm up for the day...
Although, I'm gonna really have to push myself to stay up tonight, so I can try a reset.
Oh, dear. I was about to jump in the shower to go meet my mom at work and get her car for the weekend. I called her to see what time she was leaving home, so I could estimate when I should leave.
They're already on their way. They are coming here. I'm all discombobulated. I completely spaced these plans and really have no recollection of them. Oops.
I space plans about five times a day. Greg's convinced I do it on purpose. I've learned to just treat it as a means of making every day a surprise.
Oh, good. I'm glad it's not just me.
I have MUCH going on right now. Part of me is surprised I can keep anything straight!
Part of me is surprised I can keep anything straight!
Perzactly! Congratulate yourself when you do. Perhaps with ice cream.
My main minion came back from holidays today, and I am so ridiculously grateful as he's the most organised man on the planet, and that's the skill I lack the most and in every way.
So, mom and dad just dropped off mom's car. NEITHER one of them noticed my hair color change. And I thought it was pretty drastic.
At least mom can't give me grief about it. I mean, if she didn't notice it, I don't think the Sunday School parents are going to and think I'm all rebellious and stuff.