36. People are always surprised.
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
[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.
OH, Toddson. That made my day. Hee. Which I need to get started in a few minutes.
We have a meeting starting at 8:00 am - the monthly one that runs ALL DAY. argh
My liquor store cards everyone. As a matter of fact, they scan your driver's license with every purchase.
GC, GO TO BED, if you haven't yet. Sleep=good!
I just called out of work and school. I feel like such a schmuck. No sleep, increased depression, and this illness are combining to play havoc on my brain. I am totally beating myself up about it all. I'm trying to stop. Really. But, I feel terrible about work because the two principals are out dealing with their mothers' deaths, and they're usually who cover me. So, the teachers have to cover, and I hate doing that to them. And at school I was supposed to make-up an exam that I keep pushing off. I actually called the prof so he could hear me, because I really thought he might go off if I just sent him an e-mail.
In other WTF news, oh dear.
Applebee's? REALLY? I...
Yeah, I got nuthin'
vw, speaking as a teacher who sometimes has to cover for colleagues: when you're sick, you're sick.
If you were taking time off because you were hungover, or you couldn't be arsed going in - okay, then guilt would be fair enough.
But you're SICK, woman! Don't waste energy on feeling guilty - concentrate your energies on taking care of yourself, getting back your strength and health, and then you can get back into the game.
Life happens.
(Hell, one of my [Australian] colleagues is taking Thursday off work [with permission], because her [Danish] boyfriend has invited her along with him on a cruise with the [Australian] princess of Denmark. Whom he's doing some work thing for. And we're totally 'Go for it, girl!' because - invitation to hang with royalty!)
Dear Cow-irker:
Sending out a notice that a meeting will start at 8:00am when it actually starts at 9:30 is an error and we all make them. However, it's not cute. Don't giggle about it - I dragged myself in an hour earlier than usual to be able to prep for it, as did a number of other peopel. Apologize for the error, but don't pull the girlish giggles and "aren't I cute" act. There isn't enough coffee in the world.
no love,
me
However, this DOES make me giggle.
{{{vw}}} You're sick. Get some rest. And I believe I told you yesterday that there should be no beating yourself up.
TCG and I had a stupid little fight last night, and we're still fighting. I didn't sleep, and I feel awful.
I'm 31; I usually either feel 90 or 20. My mechanic last week argued with me about my age because he assumed I was 20.
Age: I will be 35 in August. For some reason, this makes me gulp. I'm not sure why. I LOVED turning 30 and I've always been a firm believer that like wine and cheese, I have a smoky flavor and am full of fat I improve with age.
But 35 is just sitting there. Like a something that just sits there, waiting for you to get near and then it pokes you with a big stick. Hard.
Heh. I said stick and hard. Heh heh heh.
t is actually 12 yo boy