I am awake. I am at work. The traffic gods were kind this morning, even though there was "rain". I left earlier for the early morning meeting. The normally 25 minute commute took 47 minutes. I allocated 75 minutes. So... I am early. But! I got a GREAT seat at the conference table, so... Woot?? I think I'd much prefer sleep. But then again, sleep vs meeting, who wouldn't take sleep? That's a no brainer.
'Shindig'
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.
If you got the right seat, omnis, you could have both?
Fred that's hilarious.
alas, not in that conference room.
My son just got home from school with sad news. A senior in his school, a straight A student from the Dominican Republic, died from a brain aneurism. He had a bad headache for 3-4 days but didn't go to the doctor because he didn't have insurance. School sent home a lovely letter about the loss. This just makes me sick. Isn't taking care of our sick and our children a basic responsibility?
Only if you're a Socialist, apparently.
Laura, that is so sad and horrible.
Oh Laura, how tragic.
I think we are only supposed to worry about them up until the point they are ejected from the birth canal, then they are on their own. Or something about trickle down healthcare. Something like that.
Bobby is understandably shaken. He has been through loss in school due to violence, drugs, and accidents, but the random senselessness just hurts so much.