This is the first time I've ever attempted to treat spagetti squash like spagetti. I hope I like it. I hope Daniel likes it.
He did.
Now all gone, and infusing into my being.
Andrew ,'Damage'
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This is the first time I've ever attempted to treat spagetti squash like spagetti. I hope I like it. I hope Daniel likes it.
He did.
Now all gone, and infusing into my being.
Why am I still at work?
I got the trundle bed in the office. Dualing clock ticks is maddening, I say! It's a little creepy looking at bro-in-laws wall of certificates. All are special forces related schools. But one is funny. It's a plaque of recognition and says in quotes under his name "Its classified, Bitches!"
ND, I hope the pain went away. Ask Stage Management, they have all sorts of SAMs Club sized bottles of pain killers back stage. If the condition persists, try some stretches. Stand up straight with arms up in the air, and slowly bend from the hips keeping arms out until your are streched down all but touching toes. Rinse & repeat afew times. The trick is going slow. I find that helps get the vertabrae realigned sometimes.
Dualing clock ticks is maddening, I say!
whoa, flashback. I thought I'd never get to sleep the first night I spent in my (now ex) husband's grandma's house. Every clock ticked. The next thing I knew, it was morning.
Yeah, I snagged pain killers from Stage Management. I'm doing a bit better now and we just wrapped for the night so I'm heading for the car shortly.
ahh, good to hear.
I hope you get some rest, ND.
Aimee -- Radcliffe alert!!! Daniel Radcliffe will be on Inside the Actor's Studio on Monday at 8PM EST on Bravo!
Also, Obama's speech writers may want to know this: last night, on my way back home, I say on a bus a huge election sign for Shas, the heredic (ultra-orthodox) party, with "yes. We can!" slogan.
Also II, I got an invitation for a party from a guy I went to very few classes last year until I canceled my application to uni because of the strike.
I wonder why, on earth, he invited me, and if he even remembers me (hell, I remember the name, but I don't remember how the guy looks like).
I think I'll give it a try - why not? It's supposed to be close, and if it'll suck I can always go back home after 20 minutes.