Jilli, whee! Sounds like fun. Who's the teacher?
Tempest. She recently moved here, and is friends with a bunch of my friends.
Mal ,'Serenity'
[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.
Jilli, whee! Sounds like fun. Who's the teacher?
Tempest. She recently moved here, and is friends with a bunch of my friends.
Random FYI. Tomorrow will be a "Blue Moon" (when you have 2 full moons in a calendar month). It squeaked in there just in time. Note: The moon will most likely NOT be blue in color. If it is, you either have some interesting pollution in your area, or fun pollutants in your bloodstream.
Tempest.
Well, she would be the one! Figured it was her or Ariellah. Awesome.
Sounds fun, Jilli.
Tell me you are belly dancing to The Cure.
I would assume so! Anyway, classes start in September, so that's when I'll find out.
Hey, let's start a Kickstarter for me to come to Seattle to take that class with Jilli.
For, um...art?
Hee! Yes, for art!
My friend: I love that you're a pissed-off mega-leftist generally. But the punk-rock Diogenes thing? Is a little played. Smooches.
Man. I slept ten hours last night and then took two two-hour naps. I really didn't realize I was so stressed out by the storm. I just couldn't do anything. I couldn't even make myself go to Nora's even though I knew it would make me feel better. All I could do was sleep.
It felt strangely familiar, and then I realized: this is how I felt for years, when I was really depressed. Too exhausted to cook, or leave the house, or be productive. In an odd way, it validated my struggles back then and I also want to say to those who are struggling now, like askye:
Go easy. Be kind to yourself. You are doing the best you can. What you are going through is real, not imaginary, and it is really difficult.
This message brought to you by Hurricane Isaac.