A play called Veronica Meadows written by one of the actors at the repertory theater we go to in Providence.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
I feel like I'm getting a cold. I've got to drive up to Rochester for the interview on Wednesday. I cannot be getting a cold. If I ignore it, it'll go away, right?
Hil, where are you interviewing? I work at U of R. Also, drink lots of OJ, and maybe a big schmear of garlic on bread.
I will keep my fingers crossed, then. And not mention the name either ;)
Just morning stuffiness. Ignore it!
Thanks. I took some Mucinex D. I'll see if it helps any.
I just saw Only Lovers Left Alive and it is such a Buffista movie. Smart, sexy, swooningly romantic and pop culturally savvy. I want to go see it again RIGHT NOW.
Plus Tom Hiddleston broods perfectly. I want to eat him up with a spoon.
Well, I'm definitely getting a cold. Relatedly, can't sleep.
Work was brutal today, I'm not used to working Sundays and I swear 30 people walked in the door as soon as we opened. And it's raining and there's a leak or multiple leaks that leak right where my keyboard should be and where I can use the computer to look up stuff for computers. Instead there was a container and everytime I had transfer a call or put someone on hold I got dripped on.
Plus everytime someone tried to buy something over the phone the bank flagged the purchase as possibly fraudlent. Two people called back and that was $2300 in sales, but the other person was just going to come.
It was frustration on top of frustration.