Tons of interview-ma and job-ma to Tom and decision-ma to Nora.
Suzi, tons of -ma to your former co-workers.
[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.
Tons of interview-ma and job-ma to Tom and decision-ma to Nora.
Suzi, tons of -ma to your former co-workers.
how did things go with your boss yesterday, Scrappy?
Still waiting for the "talk."
Suzi, damn, you and the cancer people, geez!
In other news, I am a bad, bad person. Let's just leave it at that.
I feel like I got away from my old job lucky - that job gives you cancer. Maybe I should get checked. I'm still waiting to hear back from J on how her appointment went. She is back in the office, but she hasn't pinged me on IM yet.
I'm trapped in a crappy Northern town. I don't have Popeye's either.
Amazingly, despite being in New England, I know of two Popeye's options. One in Kenmore Square in Boston (which is a weird bit of symmetry, because when I first came to Boston for college in '84, there was a Popeye's in Kenmore, though it didn't last much after I was in college, if that; last year a new one opened and the publicity was saying "First Popeye's in Boston" and I wondered "Liars, or short memories?").
There's also one on 95 Northbound at the Kennebunk, ME service/rest area. Sadly, it's Sbarro's on the Southbound, bastards. BK on both as well.
...and now I'm earwormed with Life in a Northern Town. And craving bad-for-me food.
I've been earwormed with "Papa Was a Rollng Stone" since I heard the opening of it on the radio this morning. They played it because of the opening line: It was the third of September / The day I'll always remember / For that was the day / That my daddy died...
Frack - no difinitive answers yet, but J may have leukemia. More tests, the poor pincushion. Frack, frack, frack.
Oh, Suzi, that's awful. So much ~ma.
Also job~ma for Tom, and Nora, I agree with Sparky. Go with.
In mememe news, this semester is gonna kick my ass. I have a funny feeling you won't be seeing as much of me over the next 8 months and 26 days! Insanity.
But, in good news, I'm cutting down to half therapy sessions. I haven't been using my entire sessions for about a month now, so we decided to cut down to 25 minutes. And we may cut back to every other week, but I wanted to get a few more weeks into the semester before we decide that. This feels like such a huge accomplishment, though it probably seems weird to anyone else.