Slept until noon, napped for two hours, took a pill containing caffeine and guess what? I`m awake!
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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.
I have a hangover.
Which probably means this was not the best time for me to reply (explode is a better word) to an e-mail I just received. Long story, basically involving members of the disabled people's movement being damagingly elitist and generally pissing me off. I said my piece. Now I am drinking tea. I will be calm. Yes.
Wait, was that clock in Budapest? I thought it was the Astronomer's Clock in Prague.
How unprofessional would it be to call in to work just slightly broken-hearted? Aka, "sick."
Seska, I'm sorry about your group. Elitism is nasty and insidious.
To clarify slightly, I just got an email from B that, in the kindest way possible, confirms that there is no possibility of any kind of traditional relationshippy type thing, and I can't stop crying.
eta yup, taking a mental health day to do some radical acceptance.
{{smonster}} Be good to yourself. btw, I have your pretty card on my desk here and it is making me smile. I have to recycle and send it to my sister because she collects owl stuff and her favorite color is blue.
I am behind looking at Flickr pictures because I have been enjoying them so much.
Lovely meara pictures.
{{{smonster}}}, and adding ice cream on top of that.
Also, I'm having A Day with the world. We don't understand each other, and I'm not sure it's entirely my fault.
apologies for being totally off topic... Is there a place for Friday Night Lights discussion?
I think it just gets whitefonted in Natter. Feel free to geeble to me over email, though. In fact, I think I may spend a good chunk of my day watching my FNL DVDs.
Aw, smonster. So many hugs. Jeez, B.
{{{smonster}}}
{{{Shir}}} I'm with you there.
I'm having a bit of a cry-heavy day myself. It's definitely time to talk to doc about changing my antidepressants. Blah.
He's not an asshole. He just doesn't seem to be wired for romantic relationships.