Dawn ,'The Killer In Me'
[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.
Or to make them work, you have to have the plug 3/3s out of the outlet. Safe, no? I can't wait to fix that, but I am waiting to see if I get to stay in the house first.
That really doesn't sound safe. Maybe plug in surge protecter strips and plug your appliances into those? The possibility of electrical fire scares the fuck outta me.
I made cookies, and started a load of laundry (currently in the dryer). That will probably be it for the day, unless I can get up the energy to either clean up the kitchen or take a walk. One or the other may happen; I wouldn't bet on both.
I also have choir rehearsal from 4-6 this afternoon and then my book club meeting (hence the cookies). I cannot guarantee I won't fall asleep during one or the other.
More good news! [link]
(Yeah, a bunch of us looked for the flying pigs outside of our windows. Didn't believe this will pass).
I'm still rewatching ST:tNG. I've just started the 3rd season. The writing on this show is SO BAD. There's a big improvement in quality over the course of the second season, but the writing is still *TERRIBLE*.
The Enterprise is in the middle of a major crisis situation, systems are failing around the ship, and a nearby binary star system is about to explode, so Pickard....
CALLS A STAFF MEETING! YOU DON'T HAVE TIME TO SIT DOWN AND TALK ABOUT ANYTHING! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?
Okay, I'm better. Just call me Non-sequitur Man.
I'm so tired, but I have to do this week's slipshod housecleaning. Instead I'm having coffee. Decaf.
CALLS A STAFF MEETING! YOU DON'T HAVE TIME TO SIT DOWN AND TALK ABOUT ANYTHING! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?
Clearly their current crisis involves a skill check, and Picard just played an Investigative Committee.
I did Three! Giant! Loads! of laundry, updated my budget (conclusion: still fucking broke), paid a few bills, came home, repaired a boot, scooped the pans and took out the trash, and now I am chowing down on some oatmeal and making more hot toddy so I can go watch the parade with Nora! Yay.
Clearly their current crisis involves a skill check, and Picard just played an Investigative Committee.
Snerk.
Or not with Nora. But with other neighborhood peeps. Get better, Nora!
I'm sooooo sorry, smonster, I really do want to go to the parade, but I feel like ass on toast. And I have to go to work tomorrow and Tuesday, ugh. (job interviews scheduled)