Instant? I don't think that word means what they think it means.
I totally get you, but I cannot resist saying:
Coupon? I don't think that word means what you think it means.
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Instant? I don't think that word means what they think it means.
I totally get you, but I cannot resist saying:
Coupon? I don't think that word means what you think it means.
So, you're saying that the word "instant coupon" is an oxymoron?
Well, unless they had a dispenser at the checkout, I guess...
OK, the hell? My left foot just started hurting. It feels like something in there is swollen. I'm fairly certain I didn't dislocate anything, since it started while I was lying down. This is just weird.
I'm sorry your body is being such a PITA, Hil.
I am exhausted, lying in bed, and obsessing over various work situations so much that I can't fall asleep. It's too late to take anything to force the brain to turn off, but I'm on the verge of weeping with frustration about yet another night of 4-5 hours of sleep. No wonder my brain keeps spinning into anxiety and ovwewhelm. Feh.
((((Pix)))). I hope your brain let's you get some sleep soon. I find comfort that your clock is two hours behind mine, so you will get that much more sleep than me. Since it's 2:30, I will ignore the fact my job let's me sleep later. Get some rest. Relax.
Punctuation to Kristin and Hil and all the other hurty/insomnia people.
At 3 a.m., I was still so wide awake that I felt like I could solve the question of world peace, if it wasn't 3 a.m.
I was tossing and turning and coughing at 1:30AM knowing my alarm was going off at 5AM....argh.
Am posting and running before heading off to catch the bus to make it to the airport...
Hil's psycho seems to be one of those people who think that it's the effort that counts.