Ghillie suits freak me the fuck out. I hope I don't dream about Mr. Post-It™.
'Serenity'
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.
I'm never going to be able to walk into a Staples again without some sense of paranoia.
"Those file folders moved!"
Hee. It is kinda creepy. I mean, why would someone have to camouflage themselves as post-its unless they were about to commit some crazy post-it crime?
Actually, now that I think about it, the one photo of the guy on top of the bin looks a little porny when you tilt your head the right way.
Thanks, all. It hasn't even remotely hit me yet. I've set it aside in the "not yet" part of my brain because I just can't get stressed and upset right now. Life has been a lot better the past couple of months, and I need it to stay that way for a while longer. There's nothing else I can do right now anyway, besides fret, so I'm trying not to dwell.
Anyway. Grades and comments are due Monday, and for the first time EVER, I'm not stressed out about that. My comments are about 75% done, and all I have left to grade is 17 in-class essays. We have tomorrow off to work from home on grades and comments, so I am going to relax tonight, sleep in tomorrow, and hopefully polish my work off tomorrow afternoon and evening. I still have a fair amount of prep and reading to do over the weekend, but I'm psyched to not be a basketcase for once.
Btw, how do we feel about the freakishly early DST switch this weekend? This is year two of it being so early, and I am really not sure that I like it. I do like the idea of getting home before dark some days, though.
I assume it's a guy. It's not really as porny if it turns out it's a woman. Or maybe it is. I'm not really an expert on office supply porn.
office supply porn
mmm, hanging files . . .
This is year two of it being so early, and I am really not sure that I like it.
Year three. I know this because my work calendar system *still* has not stopped fucking this thing up.
Anyway, I'm good with it aside from that, as I'd rather have more weeks of evening light. Mornings are so miserable for me that an hour earlier or later doesn't feel like it makes any difference at all, but a later sunset is heaven.
I do like the idea of getting home before dark some days, though.
Yes. So do Chile Pepper and Zoe!
That's this weekend?