Buffy ,'Lessons'
[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 woke up stressed about money. Stupid subconscious.
Today I need to run to the credit union, go grocery shopping, do laundry, clean the house, and grade. Five of my colleagues are coming for breakfast and then going over to the Rose Bowl Flea Market tomorrow morning, so the house needs to be in decent shape before I go to bed. I can see that it's going to be a fun-filled day.
t adjusts cranky pants
OK, I'm going out drinking. I believe this will enhance, rather than mitigate, the academic process.
Ooh! Good idea. I'm having a housecleaning day so some foamy goodness might be a help.
::wishing I could go to Rose Bowl Flea Market::
::wishing I lived close enough to see ND and Pix, then I could offer to help clean::
I cleaned yesterday -- I promise you PixKristin, it isn't asbad as you imagine. It is more fun if you narrate your activities to the animals in the house. If you use an odd voice they will pretend to listen
It is more fun if you narrate your activities to the animals in the house. If you use an odd voice they will pretend to listen
I think I want to lick you right now, beth, if for no other reason than that you have to taste better than the residue of Glade Plug-In overkill at the group home I pulled that overnight shift at. It's a medium sized 4 bed, 2 bath, split level - the largest bedroom is 12' x 12', so not exactly huge. On the main level, they had at least 4 of the nasty things. Since getting home, I have washed my hands at least four times, and yet a few minutes ago when I bit at a jagged nail, I got a mouthful of the scent/chemical sting. Fortunately I only work at that location for 2 days every other week.
Ugh. I slept and slept and slept and still didn't want to get up. I've been sickish for over a week, but felt like I was almost better, but now I'm wondering if I'm not. Cause...bleh. I just couldn't get up. I went to bed at a little after midnight, and I don't think I got out of bed until like, 2pm. And I still feel kinda crappy. Achey. Weak. Shaky. Even after application of coffee! ARGH. Do not want.
Meanwhile the girl is trying out for the local women's professional football team. Which is cute and all, but apparently they practice 45 minutes south of here. Two or three times a week. Not cute. Hrmph.
OK, and i just read beep me, belatedly:
OMG!!! CONGRATULATIONS, JAVACHIK!! WOOOOOT!!!! I hope you get to take LOTS of time off, cause oh my GOD do you deserve it. And some serious bonuses. Hardcore. Pampering and cashmoney and time off like WHOAH.
And possibly a trip to Seattle. IJS. :)
I knew there was something I had meant to say. Thanks for the reminder, meara.
Yay, Javachik! I'm glad you survived!
Awwww, thanks everyone. I felt sort of silly announcing it in beep me, but you know what? Sadly I am lacking that sort of "YAY" from those in my personal life from whom I need it most. So you again have stepped in to give me props when I most needed it. I appreciate it beyond words.
I am back in the office today, for one last datasets fix (thank DOG I decided to check the output today and make sure everything was fine!!); should only take a few hours.