Skipping to the end because my Lyme Disease radar went off (remember me? born and raised in East Lyme and therefore ridiculously wary of it?). Jilli, I understand that your doctor is being cautious, but I *UGRE* you to do at least one course of no less than three weeks of Doxycycline or equivalent. If there's any chance you contracted in within the last year, my rather extensive personal experience with family and friends says that it could be the difference between mostly cured and a serious issue that will haunt you your whole life.
t steps off Dont' Fuck Around with Lyme Disease soap box
Sorry, but I worry.
Ryan peed in his potty today! And then he pood in the bath. I think the message here is "I'm not your monkey!" Ironic that he chose to say it with poo.
Don't forget to hire a bartender.
Heh, amych!
Keep me posted, smonster!
Ugh, I love my new job, but I totally want to crawl back in bed and sleep for a few more hours.
Anyone have a handy time-pocket?
Ironic that he chose to say it with poo.
At least he didn't fling it at you.
Of course, that was a quote from Chris Rock, Windsparrow. But it's totally funny.
My mother says she used to think teachers were smarter before she worked in a high school(of course, her supervisor is a Glenn Beck fan)ETA: Writing teachers hate all genres...I kept my crime-fiction thing on the down-low for a very long time. I actually hoped I'd get over it, but really? No such luck.
I think they are trying to teach you to look inside your life for stories, but some might just be snobbish dicks as well.
I need to stop reading Rate My Professors. There are now two reviews up that say that I'm difficult to understand because of my lisp.
I had a teacher in college who quite liked the SF story I showed him. College writing is weird, though, because I got a C in Freshman Comp and an A+ in Advanced Comp. I think the Freshman Comp teacher was more looking for people who could follow instructions on organizing information rather than fiction writers.
I'd rather be plus-sized and kicking ass.
Two words: Roller Derby. Beyonslay is my hero.
Two words: Roller Derby.
Unfortunately I have two words against that: bad knees. I wrecked the left one learning bad ways to roller skate back when I was a kid, when roller skates were the heavy, four-cornered things, and my knee didn't like the twisting.
