I'm getting a surprising amount done today. Just as well, as I have a progress update with my director in 10 minutes.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
Aww, you guys. Thanks.
I'm sorry for the not falling back asleep types. I sympathize. I have no wisdom to impart, but I sympathize.
Ugh, I'm glad I'm not my sister today - she has 45 spaces in the Calc class she's teaching this semester, 44 who were signed up showed up for the first day of class, and 68 additional students hoping to get in. Keep making those education cuts, California!
Dance off!
Happy birthday, Beverly!
Happy birthday, Beverly!
I slept last night. mmmm, sleep. Of course, I couldn't wake up when the alarm went off, and am not working from home today, but still! Sleep!
I was awake at 4AM. Argh. At least I got some nice kitty cuddles.
My cat ignored me this morning until I was just about to get up and go to the bathroom, whereupon she jumped right on top of my very full bladder and curled up from some petting and a little snooze time. Ugh.
Much employment~ma to Matt and Meara.
I slept reasonably well last night. I woke up at 4:30, but as I was in bed, asleep, by 9:30 that wasn't too bad. And the cat liked it, as he got petted for an hour by his half-awake person.
So much happiness and love to you on your birthday, Beverly!
Oh, Sparky, that sucks. I had forgotten about the pregnancy rhinitis (obviously blocked it right out because it was such a misery).
We no longer speak of a good night's sleep in our house. The very phrase fills us all with shaky rage (except Matilda, who has not only permanently invaded our bed but has just developed an unbelievably loud snore). Lots and lots of groggy sympathy to the insomnistas.