smonster, that's great!
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.
Good news, smonster!
I felt marginally better when I got up this morning, but now looking at all the work in my inbox and the piles of things I have to do at home and the business trip in two weeks I have to find clothes for... I want chocolate and rum and a houseboy. Also, a quiet cat. SHUT UP DARLING.
I lost ten pounds. That's good. I haven't been able to stick to the diet for a week. That's not good. But I didn't put any of the weight back on, so that's good. Trying to concentrate on the good, and not on the boxes of chocolate I want to be eating right now. Damn hormones.
Thanks for the good outcomes -ma. Sadly, it didn't work.
Oh, shit, Ginger. What's up?
Breast cancer metastasis to the bones.
Oh fuck.
That's what I said. I get a scan tomorrow to see how widespread it is.
Ginger, I'm so sorry.
Blessed Mother, Ginger.
Oh, no, Ginger. I'm so sorry, honey.