I apparently slid off my lovely new tempur pedic pillow that has given me two nights of pain- free sleep, because I just woke up having tweaked my neck so badly that pain killers and muscle relaxers may be needed. I have to grade final exams today, dammit. I can't afford a med-induced haze. But OW. Stupid neck.
'Dirty Girls'
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.
Please stand by. The Emperor is temporarily experiencing technical difficulties.
While we wait for his Imperial Majesty to be repaired, please enjoy our other animatronic amusements: Genghis Khan. Attila the Hun. Josef Stalin. Adolf Hitler. Rupert Murdoch.
Thank you for your patience, and your patronage of Disneyworld's Hall of Bastards.
Game Ovaries.
BWAH!
Thank you for your patience, and your patronage of Disneyworld's Hall of Bastards.
See, I totally flashed on the House on the Rock.
Y'all, I'm so tired I get motion sickness if I turn my head too fast. I know those of you with chronic insomnia and/or small children will have little sympathy, but gah.
Oh, no, we have total sympathy.
We're just too tired to adequately express it.
Ouch, Pix! Feel better.
Apparently I cracked the splash guard in half. The mechanic is going to replace it and check for other damage. If they do it quickly enough I might still get to see my cousin and her two adorable kidlets. The doctor has been rescheduled for next week.
Genghis Khan.
And his orchestra!
Betty White's the last Golden Girl - Rue McClanahan dies at 76
Damm. That's a shame.
The Story of O was once described as "boy beats girl"
Ow. I had every intention of waking up early to go to the DMV before work. Alas, insomnia, plus toss/turning = slept wrong and lower back is killing. Did not wake early. Blargh.
Okay, this is a Venn cross-section so small I'm not sure it contains more Bitches than one (me),OK, I watched it. Aside from the auto-harmonizer, which annoys me to no end, it wasn't too bad. I was wondering when Smith was going to sing, thinking that mic was just a prop. For the record, apparently young Mr. Smith can take out the One Beiber, and that is all that matters. Also, I have a bit of envy for that kid, getting to work in China, learn Kung Fu from Jackie Chan. Dude! OK, maybe a bit more than "a bit" of envy.
Off to work. Hope my head doesn't explode from trying to figure out the bureaucracy. Aaaaaaaahhhh (Kermit the Frog exit).