Sigh. I've been sick the last couple of days with a chest cold. Lots of hacking, wracking coughs and general achiness and ennui. No big deal, really; but I've passed it to the little boy. Poor boo's needed comforting once already tonight. He woke up early last night too. We've been fortunate, this is really only his second serious cold. I hope he feels better tomorrow.
And I wonder, what possible catastrophe came crashing down from heaven and brought this dashing stranger to tears?
Drusilla ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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.
billytea - May 22, 2010 6:11:36 am PDT #20114 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
WindSparrow - May 22, 2010 8:23:37 am PDT #20115 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Go, Ryan's Immune System, work those antibodies and killer cells. Get 'em, Get 'em, eat those viruses!
sj - May 22, 2010 12:14:33 pm PDT #20116 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Poor Ryan. I hope he is feeling better soon.
Connie Neil - May 22, 2010 1:00:09 pm PDT #20117 of 30000
brillig
It's not a cold, it's a prime resistance-building exercise! Let them eat dirt!
Hil R. - May 22, 2010 1:47:30 pm PDT #20118 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
I feel sick, and my advisor is stressing me out. Therefore, I am eating potato chips. (I swear, this makes sense in my brain.)
Calli - May 22, 2010 1:48:55 pm PDT #20119 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Hey, if potato chips help, then I'm glad you have them there for the noshing.
I'm drinking freezer gimlets and reading porny fanfic. God, I love being a grownup.
Liese S. - May 22, 2010 1:50:03 pm PDT #20120 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Yeah, I`m sick too. I`m missing lessons, gigging, and engineering a recording project this weekend. Sucks.
brenda m - May 22, 2010 1:50:10 pm PDT #20121 of 30000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Truer words, Calli.
sj - May 22, 2010 1:59:49 pm PDT #20122 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Hil, I would really like to hurt your advisor. I can't wait until you no longer have to deal with him.
We are having yummy pasta and watching TV. Just another exciting Saturday night!
Hil R. - May 22, 2010 2:03:52 pm PDT #20123 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
He's passive-aggressively threatening me with not graduating if I don't get the introduction to my dissertation up to his standards. He keeps telling me things to including, then not explaining them when I ask for an explanation, then telling me that the way I've written it sounds like I don't understand it. Because I don't! My last revision came back from him with several words and sentences circled by him and "bad" written next to them.
Oh, and he's also decided that next week is the perfect time, possibly the only time, for him to give me comments on the chapters I sent him at least three weeks ago, and I am being very irresponsible by being out of town next week. First half of the week is job interview, second half is family obligation that I told him about months ago and have mentioned in every email about scheduling stuff this summer.