Off to twice yearly appointment to have throat stabbed. (Injection through front of throat,down to other side to top of spine.)
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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.
WTF?
TB, why? WHY?
Cute Ryan pix! Love!
And ION, SUPERGRONK. I am working on 2 hours of sleep, and massively busy day ahead of me. I slept through FOUR ALARMS when I finally fell asleep at 8am, and my client called at 10 am, and I was still asleep. GOD.
I managed a semi-coherent conversation without ANY GODDAMNED COFFEE and having just rolled naked out of bed. (Freelancing: sometimes the legal pad takes precedence over pants.) That is like Superman picking up a ball of Kyrptonite and casually juggling it. NO COFFEE and I talked business for 45 minutes without even 2 minutes to wake the hell up.
I am SO not a coherent morning person, under the best of sleep circumstances. I feel like I summitted Everest this morning.
I have coffee now. Delicious, life and intellect giving coffee. Thank you, Coffee Gods.
I am triple-booked this afternoon (conference, prepping for presentation, actual job)...so I'm home on the couch saying feh to the lot of it. The DH is stressed enough; I can't afford to become Massive Bitch Stress Monster.
That is truly impressive, Erin.
Hi Le Nubian. Back from being stabbed. Hydrocortisone injection - reduces inflamation in degenerating disks which presses on nerves and makes typing painful. Routine, but always leaves me spacey and mentally less than all there the rest of the day. (An inner voice says "How is that different from any other day?" Shut up, inner voice.)
smonster, it was...hard. Damn. And SO MUCH left to do for garage sale and business. I am looking forward to Saturday night and Sunday in the worst way!
And it could be worse. For all my bitching, and for the money issues germane to a new biz start-up, freelancing is saving my life in a way working a job with set hours really killed me professionally. My work is stellar (usually), and I work HARD -- but the insomnia/depression merry-g0-round just fed on each other when I KNEW and felt the stress of OMG, I HAVE TO BE UP AND OUT at a certain time.
I am working my ass off, and insomnia is a constant battle for me, but the stress associated with it interfering with my reputation for professionalism has gone down SO MUCH, I can't even say.
This was totally the right step for me.
I'm pointing and nodding at everything Erin says up there ^^^^ Chica, you're rocking your new life, as much as the challenges, they be challenging!
Sticking my head in the door to post this for Cass and Jilli:
Heh. I'm imagining Pete's face if I got that and wore it around the house.