I am in bed after a long day of really dull qualitative coding, listening to The News Quiz and drinking hot chocolate. I'm sure I should be bemoaning not having anything exciting to do, but this is such a great way to spend a Friday evening. Even if I'm somewhat stuck here for being too tired to move.
'Underneath'
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.
In mememe hypermobility!fail, I was clowning around today doing kickbox moves and jacked up my SI joint. Hurts to walk now. I see pigeon pose in my near future...
In bed with hot cocoa sounds good to me.
(psst, Seska, not necessarily now but don't forget you promised us social model links)
Ugh. I have a reimbursement check waiting for me across campus. But it's raining :(
smonster, I know - I was going to trawl for them, but tired and pain and similar fun EDS-y stuff got in the way. I'll get to it tomorrow, promise! :)
Hope your SI stops acting up soon.
I on the other hand, am celebrating completing a really stressful week at work. We had to let go a very well-liked person yesterday and I spent the whole week hanging out with him while knowing what was gonna go down on Thursday, and then had to do the deed myself. It was the right choice for the company (and for this guy, actually), but still a tough gig. Because of this, I just spent my lunch hour BUYING SHOES. Buying expensive shoes. Let me provide links for your footwear-gazing approval: [link] [link]
Thanks for the birthday wishes, everyone!
Let me provide links for your footwear-gazing approval:
ARE THOSE IRIDESCENT DANSKOS? HMOG WANT.
*ahem* I approve.
I'm trying to decide if I'm too much of a pacifist to be a professor at West Point.
Happy birthday, Hil!
You've had quite a week, Scrappy. I like the shoes, but the thing I'm envious of is seeing TMBG. I lurves Flood. You should hear Isaac singing "Particle Man."
I'm trying to decide if I'm too much of a pacifist to be a professor at West Point.
Wow. I would personally find that really, really tough. My first girlfriend was a West Pointer and I heard lots of stories about being a cadet. (eta particularly being a female cadet, and a closeted gay one)
I saw TMBG in, umm, 1994? It's one of those bands that I periodically think, "Hmm, I should get some of their music" but then I forget.