I'm sick. I have whatever cold-type-thing The Girl had before she left the country. With ten dissertation days left, it's predictably good timing.
Let's all Wake Up With Prince George. [link]
Oh, wow. This place looks great. Oh, I feel like a witch in a magic shop.
Willow ,'Help'
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.
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Nov 18, 2009 4:38:29 am PST #884 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
sj - Nov 18, 2009 4:41:33 am PST #885 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Seska, sick-ma and dissertation-ma.
This is the kind of morning when I really wish the tea would make itself, iow gronk.
Hil R. - Nov 18, 2009 4:45:25 am PST #886 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Let's all Wake Up With Prince George.
Awesome.
Anne W. - Nov 18, 2009 4:50:41 am PST #887 of 30000
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Going to the doctor today because my head still hurts and I'm feeling on and off woozy and urpy.
smonster - Nov 18, 2009 4:50:55 am PST #888 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Lots of ~ma, Seska.
Today is officially On Notice already. I got up to shut off my alarm and nearly passed out - legs went out from under me and butt hit the floor. Don't know what that was about. Just got up too fast, I guess.
Coworkers are having bad days, too. There's just a feeling of malaise in the air.
Anne W. - Nov 18, 2009 4:59:17 am PST #889 of 30000
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
I got up to shut off my alarm and nearly passed out - legs went out from under me and butt hit the floor. Don't know what that was about. Just got up too fast, I guess.
Yikes! Glad you weren't hurt!
Vortex - Nov 18, 2009 5:00:53 am PST #890 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
I got up to shut off my alarm and nearly passed out - legs went out from under me and butt hit the floor.
You want we should kiss it and make it better?
watches as line forms behind me ;)
DavidS - Nov 18, 2009 5:00:56 am PST #891 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Yikes, can't even blame the latest round of achies and unease on Monday.
Anne, those sound like concussion symptoms.
JZ - Nov 18, 2009 5:07:17 am PST #892 of 30000
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
I'm glad you're going to the doctor, Anne. You will check in with us when you get back, won't you?
And, ugh, I'm sorry for opening a can of worms yesterday about that other blogger...her writings about military and vet life and the VA and coping with PTSD are incredible, but it sounds like I missed all the previous crazy. And I'm incredibly sorry for poking old wounds and bringing up past battles and miseries.
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Nov 18, 2009 5:12:03 am PST #893 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
Ouch, smonster. Hope you're OK!
Anne, I hope the doctor helps.