'Trash'
[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.
So it is now clear to me that I really can't drink any more.
Sean, FWIW, I can't either. More than a couple drinks makes me violently sad, and the emotional hangover lasts for days. It just isn't worth it. I used to drink pretty heavily, and I thought I could handle it, but I wonder, in retrospect, how much it was actually affecting my mental state.
So, I am going to the True Blood premiere and party tonight. This is exciting, but I have NOTHING TO WEAR. Also, we don't watch the show, so I hope I won't be too lost while watching the premiere. I hear the food is going to be great and we'll have lots of friends there to hang with, so as soon as I can FIND SOMETHING TO WEAR WHICH IS ALREADY IN MY CLOSET SOMEHOW, I will start getting excited.
Public Service Announcement: a root canal procedure on top of a migraine is not the awesome funtimes you might think it would be.
(The root canal went fine, other than the disapproving looks I imagined the endodontist gave me for having the temerity to not have perfect teeth. Really no big thing, except for the hit to my bank account. The migraine, OTOH, needs to FOAD now.)
Public Service Announcement: a root canal procedure on top of a migraine is not the awesome funtimes you might think it would be.
How did you fail to schedule a colonscopy today to complete your trifecta?
In Other News Unrelated To Teppy's Tribulations...
Matilda's review of the pancake I made for her this morning: "It looks like a teddy bear exploded."
I can't imagine my life with a sibling. Sure, I would have had someone to blame some of the hijinks on (telling your parents that the cat ate half the chocolate cake? Not as effective a plan as you might think!), but I liked being an only child.
How did you fail to schedule a colonscopy today to complete your trifecta?
I don't plan well. Maybe I can get my hair all tangled when I brush it later.
I am totally grateful I have a job that lets me work from home when I need to (which also has dental insurance), but this fucking migraine makes me want to throw up if I keep looking at a backlit computer screen. I may have to take a break and lie down in a dark room with drugs and the microwave beanbag thingie for my head.
So, I am going to the True Blood premiere and party tonight.
Eric...gnah!
Public Service Announcement: a root canal procedure on top of a migraine is not the awesome funtimes you might think it would be.
Oh Teppy. That sounds like hell.
Having a younger sister was one of the most interesting things I've done. I read all my mother's child psychology books, to see what I could implement with her.
She's my greatest creation, and she knows it.
That sounds like hell.
The root canal was honestly not bad. Being all numb for so long is the worst part, really. But the headache is a fucker.
I think I am going to go lie down for a little bit.
Ugh Steph, that headache needs to go away! I'm sorry.
I should be cleaning the den. It's rough, and we need to be able to live in it.