'Why We Fight'
[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.
Last night I was WISHING it was a heart attack so I could go to the hospital. (Just in a fleeting way)
I was in agony and I"m thinking "what do I say to 911?"
Today when I called in sick I said it was a stomach virus. It COULD be a stomach virus... but it somehow seemed less embarassing than saying "if someone could stick a giant pin in me and let me fly around the room for a while I could come to work"
Ginger! I have some ginger!
Guaranteed allergies: [link]
A Boy and his Frog. A tribute song by Tom Smith put to video clips from Kermit history.
How ridiculous am I. I'm updating the software on my desktop so that I can activate my iPhone while I post on my laptop, while I watch something that I've Tivoed, while my roomba cleans my kitchen floor. RIDICULOUS. and not necessarily in a good way.
Oh, one more thing Trudy. If you can, moving around can be very helpful. Be gentle and kind to yourself in the process. Even walking around your apartment can be good.
How ridiculous am I. I'm updating the software on my desktop so that I can activate my iPhone while I post on my laptop, while I watch something that I've Tivoed, while my roomba cleans my kitchen floor. RIDICULOUS. and not necessarily in a good way.
And tomorrow, you're taking your flying car to work!
ARGH!!! My technology has betrayed me. My desktop failed, so I said fuck it, I'll activate it on my laptop without the music. and . . . Apple says "we are not activating iPhones at this time" ARGH!!!!
betrayed by technology! keep your eye on the roomba.
or maybe it is all laughing at you...
She Blinded ME..With Science!
What kind of a job do I want y'all? I'm glad I'm doing this now while I'm not miserable and can be picky-but I feel like I'm all, "No, too far away. Ick! Not a big corporate office! Man, I don't just want to file and answer phones all day. Isn't there an actual interesting industry who could use me?"
And, yes, my diamond shoes were too tight.
Uh oh. I don't know what to do. Am in a new city, staying with friends. One of my dearest friends who is, as they say, "in a delicate condition" has been taken to the emergency room because her late afternoon nausea which turned into evening distress started including blood. I was out of the house when they left, picking up take out for her husband and myself, since cooking in house was out of the question and we were of the hungry persuasion. I came back to a message that they had gone to the emergency room. I tried to head over there (if for no other reason than to drop off dinner) but apparently she doesn't want to "trouble" me and he won't tell me which urgent care center they went to. my inclination was to jump in the car and drive to the nearest possible place to keep them company, but not knowing where that is....well....i cleaned the kitchen. A load of dishes is currently running and i washed all the pots and pans and hand-washables already. Cleaning an ill friend's kitchen seems perfectly normal. But now, while the dishwasher is still running, i am at a loss. Cleaning their living room seems presumptive and somehow rude. Plus, i don't know where the vacuum cleaner is. But i don't know what else to do! Should i storm the nearest hospital? Keep calling and demand directions? Sit on my ass and look at more apartment listings? Arggghhh! I feel like a very, very bad and indecisive friend right now.