Me too, especially if he calls me "luv," after. So freaking cute. And I usually loathe pet names Although I did read a book about the music business called "Sweetie, baby, cookie, honey," once. About what you'd expect. Agents sometimes lie. Songwriters sometimes take drugs. Lana Lang's parents are still dead.
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.
hola, Bitches! I've given up on trying to catch up with EVERYTHING so I'm just skipping from, um, October 2.
Why?
October 3 (Saturday) I woke up with the WORST stomach pain. Stayed in bed all day and the pain seemed to move lower in the abdomen. Sunday morning it hadn't improved, so I took myself off to the ER. There they did a CAT scan and told me I had appendicitis. Had it removed Sunday evening. So ... I've been Buffista-less.
What's new with you?
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Todd!! How are you doing?? Are you ok???
Yipes!! {{{Todd}}}
I'm fine - got the all-clear from the surgeon on Monday. It was a laproscopic operation, so it was just three small-ish incisions - and some truly impressive bruising. I've been back at the office since the 13th, but we're in the pre-conference hysteria phase (those of you who've worked at trade associations will understand), so this has been pretty much my first chance to log on and catch up.
Ouch, Toddson! How are you now?
And for God's sake, just how many days you have to go with appendicitis until they removed your appendix?!
Holy crap, Toddson! Glad all ended up well.
Yup - the main delay was getting myself to the ER. I thought it was just really bad constipation or gas. Once I got there they scooted me through, did the test as soon as possible (I had to drink this icky contrast fluid and then wait 90 minutes to absorb it). But I was early enough that they could get me rehydrated, pump me full of antibiotics, get an operating room and surgeon scheduled. So ... no complications, it was about as non-dangerous as possible.
Still, yikes!
Todd! Gentle tacklehugs. Damn, how are you feeling now?