I hope the next round of stuff offers you some relief, Teppy.
Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[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.
Teppy's an episode of House!
Teppy's an episode of House!
God, I *so* am. I probably have worms in my brain. (That was the very first episode of House, and I knew then that I could never watch another, because my hypochondria kicked in and I was CONVINCED that I had brain worms, because the patient got them from eating ham [trichinosis, dontcha know], and I eat ham, so therefore I MUST have brain worms! I knew it would only get worse with every successive episode, so I saved myself the trauma early on and forswore it.)
Teppy's an episode of House!
Well we can rule out lupus, then.
Golly, a new thread! Did not see that coming. Top 50, whee!
Also sarcoidosis and all infections.
You probably just swallowed half a toothpick or something.
Blargh. DH just called to say Dylan has a 101 fever, and I'm stuck at work with THE MOST ANNOYING INBOX EVER. I can't even describe the level of stupid I'm dealing with today. I want to go home.
I say go home, Jessica. I had a dream about Dylan coming over to play, which is weird right?
So, today is Aims' first day at the new job. I think we all wish her luck.
In other news, apparently Drew Barrymore was in my neighborhood last night, scouting locations for a movie about roller-derby! Ypsilanti! Go figure!
Just talked to DH again - I'm heading home so he can go to work.
Fever ~ma for D, Jessica. I hope your Inbox doesn't follow you home.
New job ~ma, Aimee! I hope it's as great as you anticipate until Drew Barrymore comes round and decides you should star in the new roller derby movie.
Dear Professor, No, really -- I'm not going to look up used car prices in the Kelly Blue Book for you. It doesn't have anything to do with legal research and I'm not your personal assistant. So take your huffy attitude and stuff it up your tailpipe. No love, Me!