Work not opening until 10. I hear people out shoveling already at 7. Yeah, that isn't me. Fuck it, I'm taking advantage of the chance to sleep in a bit.
Zoe: Is there any way I'm gonna get out of this with honor and dignity? Wash: You're pretty much down to ritual suicide, lambie-toes.
'War Stories'
Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
sarameg - Jan 27, 2011 2:29:47 am PST #19309 of 30001
Sparky1 - Jan 27, 2011 2:54:30 am PST #19310 of 30001
Librarian Warlord
I've updated the library's web page to show our late opening, but it is only showing up on the blog, not on the web page. Grrr.
Jesse - Jan 27, 2011 3:19:36 am PST #19311 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I woke up to no snow day, but I'm sicker than ever! High fever, more congested, etc. Even drugged up, I feel terrible. I don't think I'm going in tomorrow, either.
Tom Scola - Jan 27, 2011 3:21:42 am PST #19312 of 30001
hwæt
Jesse, stop being sick!
Jesse - Jan 27, 2011 3:26:13 am PST #19313 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I would fucking love to. Crikey.
brenda m - Jan 27, 2011 3:45:39 am PST #19314 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
For those following along, Maria made it home.
Two hours ago. Jebus.
Sophia Brooks - Jan 27, 2011 3:56:54 am PST #19315 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
Holy Moses- how many hours was that?
brenda m - Jan 27, 2011 3:58:28 am PST #19316 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Like 13 and change.
Jesse - Jan 27, 2011 3:59:28 am PST #19317 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Poor Maria! I can't even imagine.
WindSparrow - Jan 27, 2011 4:08:42 am PST #19318 of 30001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Oh, dear heavens, her poor bladder.