Ok , turning off the computer so I get a few things done before I return
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.
And I'm in favor that the words "vegan", "math" and "kosher" will be in the blog's title.
Well, I don't really keep kosher. A lot of kosher people will eat stuff I make in my kitchen, since it won't have anything obviously non-kosher in it, but I don't look for a heksher on everything I buy, and my dishes probably wouldn't pass muster with most rabbis.
Oh, my bad. I was under the impression that you do keep kosher (I keep kosher by proxy of being vegetarian and living in Israel, but that's about it). Sorry.
I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm having a ridiculously productive few days (for me, anyway, which isn't productive compared to most people, but is still something). I'm determined to finish reading this chapter of research before I go to bed. Three pages to go.
PT~ma, sj. I hope it goes well, and that the therapist is helpful and non-judgy.
I made my bed!
so that was quick
today I went to the grocery store and in my time off the computer vaccuumed tw o rugs, swept the hall, picked up the hall , washed the bathroom floor and hall.
Now I can take a break because I nned to let the floor dry before I move on
Yay Seska, and yay Laga (edit: and beth!) for productivity!
And now. How come no one of you told me about Llamas with Hats before? It's wonderful (for some odd reason)!
Today I came to work and am still here, EVEN THOUGH I AM SICK WITH A BAD COLD. Oddly, no one is offering me kudos for my huge sacrifice. I have my own office, so I am not infecting anyone.
I started some laundry and am now back in my room but on my bed, not in it. That's progress, right? I'm still a little stuffy but I haven't had a ricola or dayquil so far. I'm pondering going to something called "Geeks who Drink" tonight.
Lady Scrappy, I hereby present you kudos, a gold medal, chocolate of your choice that I pushed via the intertubes, tissue and drugs galore.
Your sacrifice will be remembered, you brave, brave woman.
(Not kidding. I'm recovering from a very bad cold of the past few days, and I couldn't work or study during it).
And now, bed. Well, Huizinga, then sleep. But all in bed.