I am so bored.
"How bored are you, MM?"
I am so bored that I am reading a .pdf of the Majestic-12 Special Operations Manual regarding the acquisition and handling of extraterrestrial technology and biological entities (living and non-living).
[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.
I am so bored.
"How bored are you, MM?"
I am so bored that I am reading a .pdf of the Majestic-12 Special Operations Manual regarding the acquisition and handling of extraterrestrial technology and biological entities (living and non-living).
That's bored, okay.
{{{Jess}}} Poor Dylan.
Special Operations Manual regarding the acquisition and handling of extraterrestrial technology and biological entities (living and non-living).
Does it tell you how to tell for certain whether a biological entity is living or not? Because they like to pretend to be dead, in order to put people at ease, before they come to life and ram their ovipositor down your throat to lay their eggs in your chest....
Also, as The Thing taught us, "Some organisms can survive after death."
Am home. Boy is still asleep. Poor noodle.
[eta: And I've just realized I have nothing to eat for lunch now. Crap!]
Get well, D! and Jess! and, probably, E!
I dropped my puppy girl off for her spay operation this a.m., and I jump every time the phone rings hoping that it's news she's out of surgery and doing well.
In other puppy news, I love the name on this little guy: [link]
Oh my god, Meaty is SOOOOOOOO CUUUUUUTE!!!!
Okay that really sucks that taking care of your kid causes such conflicts with employers.
The downside of being freelance is that there are many times when I can't just take off (paid or unpaid) to deal with some home emergency. Sometimes I can, but many times, I really am the only person who can do what I'm doing. And I can't get a replacement because the thing we're doing that requires my presence is happening right now.
And it's one of those things where even one instance of deciding that being with S is more important than work and damn everything else means I stop getting work calls and start looking for another career.
I have all the flexibility in the world deciding on when or where I actually work, but once I'm actually on the clock, I'm typically locked in until the shift/job is over.
(Edited because I've clearly been spending too much time on non-Buffista boards lately, and am using wrong tags)
because I've clearly been spending too much time on non-Buffista boards lately
GASP! You're cheating on us??? I feel so....betrayed.