Happy Birthday to -t!
Dreg: Glory, Your Most Fresh-And-Cleanness. It's only a matter of time-- Glory: Ugh, everything always takes time! What about my time? Does anyone appreciate I'm on a schedule here?! Tick tock, Dreg! Tick freakin' tock!
'Sleeper'
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.
Laura - Feb 11, 2010 6:43:56 am PST #9790 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Aims - Feb 11, 2010 6:50:13 am PST #9791 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Two of my cow-irkers are Tino-ing me today.
Calli - Feb 11, 2010 6:56:15 am PST #9792 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Thanks, y'all. I was on a fairly low dose to begin with, so I'm hoping that'll help ease the transition off the meds.
And in completely different news, Happy Birthday, -t!
ETA: I'm sorry, smonster. If you take the rest of the day I hope it helps smooth things out a bit for you.
And amych, thank you for your good thoughts, which I kind of skipped over to go all "yay, FAA rules" back there. Things were pretty rough there for a while, and I'm glad I had the option of ADs to help get me through it. If it turns out there's a neurological need that goes beyond temporary life circumstances I'll be getting right back on them, with thanks. But if I don't need them I might as well find out now, and keep on with my other plans.
smonster - Feb 11, 2010 6:59:55 am PST #9793 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Am staying home. Debating between nap and tv.
Nora Deirdre - Feb 11, 2010 7:04:10 am PST #9794 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Home again for floor install supervising duty, Tom is at work... I hate that my lizard brain is weirded out about being alone with the installer. He is a perfectly nice guy and doesn't ring any alarm bells.
This shit is loud, and now the dust is making the smoke detectors go off intermittently. Poor cats are stressed out!
ChiKat - Feb 11, 2010 7:04:33 am PST #9795 of 30000
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Debating between nap and tv.
Multitask! Nap on the couch in front of the tv.
smonster - Feb 11, 2010 7:21:05 am PST #9796 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Foster kitty just peed on the scratching post base. ::sigh:: Good thing I was home, I guess. She needs to go to a vet - I don't think cat urine should be that dark.
Steph L. - Feb 11, 2010 7:28:14 am PST #9797 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Foodistas! Any reason I couldn't serve this: [link] over pasta?
No, I thought not.
(This is what happens when you don't have cable but the gym DOES, and insists on taunting exercising people by running the Food Network in the cardio area. You -- and by now I hope you know I mean *me* -- start thinking, "Hey, *I* can make something if it requires only 5 ingredients!" and then Food Network has won.)
Tom Scola - Feb 11, 2010 7:29:58 am PST #9798 of 30000
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
Any reason I couldn't serve this: [link] over pasta?
It's MADE OF BROCCOLI!
Frankenbuddha - Feb 11, 2010 7:32:04 am PST #9799 of 30000
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
What Tom said. Yecch.