I would add that you should take two Naproxyn before bed.
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[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.
Thank you both. I will try all of the above when I get home. I'm camped out in Panera again trying to plow through another ten essays. Three down so far.
OK, so last night I finished the shopping for the Secret Santa present.
Tonight I bought the box, and addressed it.
So maybe tomorrow I'll manage to actually SEND it?
It's not yet 8PM, and I am tired. And BORED. No one is posting. BOO.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't even post as much as I have been, but my brain starts to short circuit if I don't take breaks from these papers. The good ones go quickly, but the bad ones...? My brain hurts trying to follow the "logic" involved. I am so utterly weary and burned out right now that it's not even funny. Go you with your productive self, though!
I think this has to have been about the funniest day of posting, overall, that I've ever seen. And
Having caught up on the last swathe of posts, I now have a sudden urge to eat Turkish Delight while waiting to see if Joe's head explodes.
right now, there is nothing I want to do more than hang out with Jilli.
I hope your neck feels better soon, Kristin and the very best of good luck, Suzi!!!!!
Hey Kristin--I'm hopefully about to see our mutual teen acquaintance in a little bit. She's back from Boston Conservatory for the winter break.
Oh ita, how fun!
I was woken up at 8:30 by someone pounding on the front door and shouting something that sounded like "I sleeped in front of your house!"
um, could it have been "I slipped in front of your house!"
t /minnesotan
everyone should be home and happy - I declare it.
Mostly because i am now off 'til the 27th.
why didn't anyone explain that blogging is addictive. ( ok , I knew , that is why I haven't done it until now)
y'all can entertain yourself here when everyone is sleeping
One of the higher up muckity mucks at work can't be lowered to buy coffee from the vending machine, yet doesn't want to keep a coffeemaker in their office (or cubicle six times the size of a help desk workspace).
So they put a brand new Mr. Coffee machine on the three feet of counter space left in the employee lunch closet room.
The only reason I bring this up, is I'm not quite sure of what to make of the LCD timer. It's digital, yes, but shows a representation of an analog clock.
Maybe it's just me, but it seems odd. (see picture)