Not so much sleepy as drunk. Misjudged wine. Only had one glass, but maybe too mcuh.
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.
Hee. I would probably eat that tater tot casserole.
Vortex can say that at least one of her family members pronounced the green bean casserole "not as bad as expected" (possible because they expected it to involve canned green beans, which I think are the NAST). I brought it for the pregnant woman from North Dakota, c'mon!
I give up. First time I registered for math meeting, they spelled my name Hillary, which is the right way. Second email I got from them with registration info, they spelled it Hilary. I corrected them. Just got a third email, with my name spelled Hilllary.
I wonder how many L's my name will have by January.
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Oh, Buffistas, Dear, sweet Buffistas,
Oh, I am in a place; I am so sad -- all I have do today is cried. No job prospects, no money, tuned down by two health sinsurers which are not COBRA. I have $20.
MY BF is being great but I don't think he gets how mnumentally horrifying this is. He's happy to be able to help; whereas I am horrified at not being able to help myself as much as I want to.
ALl I did today is fill out a few applications and sned some covers.
Then I built a fort, took some Ambien and huddled in my Fortress of Morositude most of the day.
I am still crying on and off, I can't stop, and I feel so shitty,
Oh, honey. ::cuddles you::
You're still wonderful and awesome, even if you are surrounded by suck, you know.
Erin, I can tell you I've been there. I'm sorry you're going through this. You will prevail even if the meantime looks bleak.
Thanks, I'm going to bed.
(((((Erin, Hil, and erika)))) I hope tomorrow is much better for all of you.
My stomach is having a total meltdown. My body can take a day off from being evil any time now.