....must be nice to have a job where you can come in at 1:30 and leave at 2:10!
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.
"Seriously? You just happen to have one on you?"
Hee! I had to pause at this point to laugh and laugh and laugh when Hardison pulled that black light out of his bag and Eliot called him on it. Because I, at that moment, had one in my bag, too. It's probably the same one. It is always infinitely amusing to me when the character with whom I identify does stuff I would do. (See also: Willow, different colored pens.)
Anyway, I don't have a kitchen torch. But I do carry matches, generally.
Oops, wrong thread.
WOW it was a long day. Trainers' training all day - for a class run by/full of disabled people, some of their access was a bit poor, in terms of both scheduling and throwing enormous amounts of reading at me then giving me thirty seconds to read it. It was really interesting, though. Then I was supposed to go to my evening class, but PA and I got lost in the wilds of east London, and it got too late. Which I'm quite glad about, after all the hours of driving. Sleeeeep.
Hil, your advisor sucks. (I know you know that. But I feel bad for you.)
Tell me it will all go away when I'll graduate.
Ha. Ha ha ha. Ahem.
....must be nice to have a job where you can come in at 1:30 and leave at 2:10!
He's teaching from 2:20 until 5. And then meeting with the other student at 5, because I met with him when he came in at 1:45. Didn't discuss everything I wanted to discuss, but I got enough answers that I have stuff to do now.
Augh! I have a big ugly zit above my eye. It's so big, I can actually see it if I look up. And I was going to the mall to look for work today. I'm worried if I put makeup on it, it will get worse. Bleah I don't want to go to the mall on a Friday but I think it might be best to let this thing breathe for a day. Maybe I can find some more on line applications. Grr I feel so useless without a job.
Laga, paint it brown and pretend it's a mole. Glare righteously at anyone who stares.
For those tricky life situations. [link]
Ugh. I just realized that, with the timing of dissertation deadlines, I might not be able to make it up to Boston for Passover to be with my family for the seder. I'm looking into community seders now. Better than nothing, but I probably won't know anybody there.
Oh, Hil. I'm sorry.