Wish I was. hence that not really in bed yet.
You just want me to order you to go to bed again, don't you?
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Wish I was. hence that not really in bed yet.
You just want me to order you to go to bed again, don't you?
Yeah, remember what I said about not blushing yesterday? Forget it.wait? does that mean I made Shir blush? HOLY COW!
You just want me to order you to go to bed again, don't you?boy would that get people talking. um, ya, that'd be great! :: blush ::
Let's make it interesting, then. I'd hate to disappoint our viewers by showing them something they've seen before.
So.
whiplash
onmis. Bed. Now.
(For the love of God, you have the opportunity to sleep. You don't have a paper to write. Do it).
(For the love of God, you have the opportunity to sleep. You don't have a paper to write. Do it).Ya, my body, being oh so smart, decided it was best to have a nice deep nap after dinner, the time I was hoping to be baking brownies. Now that it's too late to start baking, my brain is zooming all over the place. I probably could do your paper for ya. Might not get a good grade on it if I do.
whiplash
onmis. Bed. Now.Hot damn! uh. I mean. Yes Ma'am!
off to bed. Doubt I'll be able to sleep after that, but I'm not complaining.
Okay, I should make my 150' commute home from the office and think about bed. I'm slowly making progress in getting things set up here, but it is slow going sometimes.
ND - you too. Step away from the office in the general direction of the bed. The sun will be up there in the sky tomorrow as well, I promise.
The joy of being a theatre person, the middle of the night is when I tend to really get my second wind and get a lot done.
Didn't need to be said twice.
Humm. Then, if you don't feel like you're getting much done - let me correct myself by stating that the moon, also, will shine tomorrow.
So I don't know if to send you inspiration~ma or sleepy~ma.
I tend to shy away from discussions on privilege--ever since a very tense class in my tutoring seminar on the issue. I've done a bit of writing on it, though...mostly from the perspective of experiencing an easier time getting public assistance because I'm white and well-spoken. It bothers me tremendously and makes me want to advocate for those who don't have those qualities (I'm not sure what else to call them; that may not be the best word).
Relatedly, the Boston hospital that treats the highest number of low-income residents is having to make major cuts, including 30% of their translators. This makes me so very, very sad.
Unrelatedly, I just really fucked up something for school. And the thing is, it's entirely my fault. I worded something VERY badly. Ugh.