Buffy ,'Beneath You'
[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.
I'm a stat whore myself. And let me just say how wonderful Barb and Spidra are doing. It's hard not to give a fuck on something you worked so hard on.
But it's important to balance the shit, and define limits to everything. Even if it's "I spent 3 hours watching stats today, I'm gonna do XYZ now and give it another 30 minutes in the evening".
Because there's something that's more important than your work - and that's you.
I hope you feel better than you anticipate tomorrow, WS.
I actually feel a lot less stiff and sore than expected. Worst muscle soreness is my left gluteus maximus. Which I'm finding far more hilarious than painful.
WS, I'm glad the soreness isn't as bad as you thought it would be.
I need to get motivate to clean. I'm babysitting for G at my place tomorrow for 9 hours instead of the usual 6. So, I need to make the living room kid safe.
Sorry, I'm currently without power. Or I'd be able to give a longer, more well thought-out response to Spidra that consists of more than, thank you and boy, I hear you.
Also, I'm glad the power decided to wait to go out until after the coffee had finished brewing. IJS...
Also, I'm glad the power decided to wait to go out until after the coffee had finished brewing. IJS...
That's definitely a plus. Much power~ma to you.
Grr. I was backing out of my spot in the grocery store parking lot, and got scolded by a pedestrian who didn't look before walking out into the traffic lane. I was already halfway out of my spot, lady.
Oh, I hate stuff like that. I was once backing out of a spot, curved awkwardly, and braked to allow a pedestrian to pass (interminably slowly) during which time another car pulled through to the spot next to me, dinged my door getting out of their car (which I was politely sitting there, half in the spot, waiting for) and then because of the way they'd parked and how I was awkwardly angling, meant that I could no longer actually back out of the spot without scraping their car. And as that would have damaged my beautiful wood panels, I had to then spend fifteen minutes (okay, probably two or three) inching the station wagon forward and back in the space to get out.
In better news, a nomineee for geek father of the year.
I hate to see the death of nice pianos, but if the poor thing is past its prime, there are worse fates than this
Is it Dec 11th yet? Please! Quick post. Just when I thought things were slowing down, they are still fast paced. Tonight is opening on the dance show, tomorrow opening on the opera. And yes, I walked nearly 5k yesterday! Didn't realize it while doing it, but it explains why I passed out so quick in the chair last night, and why my legs are sore today. Oy.
OK, off to work.