Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
{{{Vortex}}}, and {{{Ginger}}}, and {{{Connie}}}.
I'm so sorry for you losses. And Connie, I'd be partly raged at this point.
Aims - sorry for not saying anything last night, but I was dead tired to even being to understand the story with your uncle. Not that I'm much more awake now, but I still can't make sense out of it. And for once, I'd wish they bring back the good old stoning. I'm sorry you have to go through this.
I just finished all the edging in the bedroom, but the walls there really need a third coat. And the edges will need redoing. I want to finish all the priming before I go home tonight. I also fear that in the light of day, more things will seem to need more coats of primer. And several people are all "oh, um, I can help later this week?" but...I don't want to count on that at all. Since clearly it didn't work today. And at least one offer is all "after (other activity that goes til 8pm) on Tuesday...which is the day I have to fly somewhere for work. Sigh.
Ack! {{{Aims}}} {{{meara}}}
Who else did I miss? Why is such asshattery abounding in the universe??
Hey Pix, Bring us some good news, ok? Have a great interview/guest teacher tomorrow!
Thanks! I just finished prepping for the lesson and printing out handouts. I'm a little nervous and a little excited. Think happy thoughts between 10-3 board time tomorrow!
The front room should be fine -- it was still light when the last coats went on it. Office might need another coat, but knock wood that it doesn't.
{{{Vortex}}}
{{{Ginger}}}
{{{Connie}}}
I can't get to sleep. I sleep most of the day today, which just screwed up my schedule. I've got a phone interview tomorrow, but it's not until the afternoon. (It's also not a job I particularly want, but I'll take it if they offer it an it's the only offer I get.)
Also, Vortex, Ginger, and Connie, I'm sorry.
Aims, I'll help you hide his body.
meara, I wish I were there to help you. I love painting.
Also. Getting early "just wanted to make sure you're still alive, even though we'll see each other tonight now we're living under the same roof, because I didn't see you for more than 10 minutes last night for going to bed early" mom phone-calls, is no fun.
I also like painting...just not ten hours of it. And still not being anywhere near done. Goddamn. Am exhausted, covered in paint, and my hands are aching and the skin on them hurts. Ow. But I need to do this again tomorrow, because I don't think I'll have time Tuesday, and that way if I don't finish tomorrow, I can finish Wednesday. Which is SO not what I wanted to do...I really wanted to spend this week unpacking and making my new place nice, and figuring out where shit was, so that when NEXT week and the week after I'm traveling all over, I could do that without going crazy. But nooooo....
Meara, wish I could be there to help paint. Not that I'm great at it, but hey, helping hands and all.
Hil, knock 'em dead with the interview. Any port in a storm is a good port, once you have a job, it's a lot easier to apply for other ones. Less stressful.
Pix, tons of happy thoughts your way as well. You'll be great, because you are great.
Hil, knock 'em dead with the interview. Any port in a storm is a good port, once you have a job, it's a lot easier to apply for other ones. Less stressful.
Yep, this.
Pix, tons of happy thoughts your way as well. You'll be great, because you are great.
Thanks, sweetie. I think I've finished putting everything together. Going to try to go get some sleep now.