Good luck, Erin!
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.
Much ~ma for Perkins this morning.
Ah, not a GPS. If you don't have a GPS, you look for a map. If no map, the sun. If no sun, the moss on trees. Or memory. Or a compass. Or ask someone.
Seriously, have I mentioned? You are awesome.
Much surgery ~ma to Perkins!
May the move go smoothly, Seska.
Surgery~ma, Perkins and best possible findings~ma!
Seska, moving~ma for your and TG.
I don't see God/ess as The Being Who Makes Good Things Happen, but more The Ultimate Shoulder to Cry On. S/he's got my back (but does occasionally delay the bus that extra two minutes that lets me catch it instead of having to wait an hour).
aw, smonster, you make me blush!
Ok, still haven't heard back from dr. This is not at all unreasonable, except that I will be damned if I let the sun set on me not having a script that works. I want my life back on track, dammit, and I wanted it Friday.
Bleargh.
lots of ~ma for Perkins
Ok, still haven't heard back from dr. This is not at all unreasonable, except that I will be damned if I let the sun set on me not having a script that works. I want my life back on track, dammit, and I wanted it Friday.
Call them back if you don't hear from them right after lunch. Seriously.
Still haven't heard back from them. Called at 11 and got voice mail. Then promptly broke down into a 45 minute sobfest.
This truly, truly bites.