'Selfless'
[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.
So...it's probably wrong that flylady sent me an email telling me tomorrow is anti-procrastination day, which caused me to decide I could wait until tomorrow to do the task I was sitting in front of right now, right? Because then I'll be anti-procrastinating! It'll be part of the plan!
Did good with my 15 minute timer, though.
Liese, it totally makes sense in my brain!
Amy, I meant to ask in the other thread and forgot while I was typing--why are you drinking a $9 beer? Is it made of magic?
Oh, that's no fun, Hil. Is there something different about your classroom environment this year?
Not really. Actually, in general, it's better this year -- all my classes in the same room. There are a few stairs to deal with, which I didn't have last year, but I've got stairs at my house, so adding a few more at school doesn't seem like it should make a difference.
Hil, sorry about the pain.
meara, (which my iPhone wants to autocorrect as "meats") ha! No, I wish. Mmmm...magic beer. Every Tuesday night at a local bar is Pint Night, where they have a special beer on tap, and you get to keep the glass. Between my neighbors, my student interns, my love of beer, and the fact that it's just a few blocks from my house, it's sort of a tradition. Tonight's beer (some Québécois beer, can't remember, that was a few pints ago) just happened to be $9.00, which is more expensive than usual, but it was really good! Wait...it was Unibroue Raftman? I think?
You drank a unibrow beer? Does it give you a unibrow? I hope not. :)
Jeez, me too. But if it improves my French, I'll spring for an extreme eyebrow wax!
Meep! Signed offer is in to my realtor. Now the waiting game. My first offer on a short sale.
realty~ma, omnis.
Offer accepted~ma, omnis! How exciting!
Continued good luck, omnis!
So I am going to take a shower and be in bed by eight. SO TIRED. Out of town guests are messing with my work-eat-sleep regimen. Also, I told B about my issues with StW. Why? Because I have a big fucking mouth and can't self-edit. It's okay, because he has a sense of humor about how much of an ass he (B) is. WHATEVER. The point is, I am taking a shower and going to bed, and fuck all y'all (general y'all, non-Buffista types) with your going out and your relationships that actually exist and your ability to stay up past 8 pm.
That was supposed to be funny, but I think it missed. Oh well.
Pint night! I had a bourbon and ginger here, in honor. Okay, it was a coincidence, but that counts, right?