sj, sometimes you have to create chaos to get to order
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
Over 10,000 were told to leave their homes tonight.
At least two places, a town and a kibbutz were burned to the ground.
I can't remember anything like this. Thank God, friends and family are fine, and were offered a place to stay.
That's terrible, Shir. I'm so sorry.
Shir, that's horrible! I'm so sorry.
Oh Shir, so sorry.
Knee surgery went well. It was at 7:20 a.m., and I was waking up (for a value of awake) by 8:30. My first memory is of my ortho leaning over me saying, "It's a good thing we did this. It was a mess in there. Now we need to talk about your other knee." WHAT.
I had been hoping to spend the day catching up here and elsewhere online, and entertaining you all with highlarious painkiller-fueled posts, but I'm so sleepy I can't stay awake for more than a few minutes at a time. Percocet Party me will have to wait until tomorrow, I think.
Oh wow, Shir. ~ma to all around.
Ya for more smooth surgery.
~ma to Shir and her loved ones.
We look forward to painkiller-fueled posts tomorrow, amyth. Rest well.
I hope the fire can be contained soon.
Head full of snot. Stupid cold has me flattened. Couch, tv and tea. And Sudafed. Hopefully not so much Sudafed that I go for the self-trepannation.
Oh, Shir, how terrible.
And yay, successful knee surgery.
~ma for Cass's cold. Begone foul beast!
Cass, perhaps you could set fire to something - doesn't that usually make you feel better?