Or they could have asked if I still wanted two.
Well yeah. If for no other reason than you may decide to attend with a guest.
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Or they could have asked if I still wanted two.
Well yeah. If for no other reason than you may decide to attend with a guest.
I haven't ever really dated. I either end up *really* in a relationship or, as is more likely lately without a trace.
A number of people look much better with motion added.
Oh, this is me. My pictures always look horrible, but I look okay in person. I think I do, anyway! (On FB someone I've known for 35 years told me I'm "hotter than 2 T-rexes in a sock" which is the best absurd compliment ever.)
Today, if I didn't have a job, I'd just go back to bed. I'm bloated, stiff, achy, and aggravated, and I want to eat non-stop. The scale says I've gained 6 pounds in the last 3 days, which isn't really possible, so it must be retained water. I long for menopause.
I don't know about this Buspar. I've not gotten anywhere near the dose the doctor wanted me to ramp up to, and this is the most I even want to try. Intense dreams, sleeping HARD but not really well; I have more energy but it's all going to agitation, not to, like, doing anything. And I'm noticing myself forgetting things I shouldn't forget - never mind brain lapses on Jeopardy! questions, I'm forgetting how to spell. The muscle twitches are being kept in check with magnesium supplements so far, but I don't like this. I see the doctor again Thursday, and I think I'm going to tell him I want to quit it.
I was on generic Zoloft or Xanax or something once, and I kept walking around with my fists clenched all the time. I didn't think that was right.
Exactly, Connie. Something that's supposed to reduce anxiety shouldn't be making me agitated.
Yay, smonster! (Hi M, if relevant). I hope your beach trip is good.
High Fives Smonster!! May he be "the one" (god that sounds like a bad Matrix commerical).
The bulk of my day was going through the work email inbox. I had well over 5,000 messages, 800+ unread (usually skipped past as not important, or marked unread to catch my eye that it's still pending, and then forgotten as the next round of 50-60 emails fill in the top of the inbox). Today, I have it down to 3,177 messages, 375 unread! ... Progress, right?
Oh, and I think I found pub quiz night in my city! Tuesdays. Trying to organize a group for next week. Trying to be more social. It's so easy for me to be a hermit.
Well done, omnis. I keep saying that I am going to get under 10,000 but it hasn't happened. It will happen. It has to.
It helps that the summer months has incoming emails at a snails pace. During the school year? Oh lordy. No way to tackle this inbox. Far too many emails!
Today, I have it down to 3,177 messages, 375 unread! ... Progress, right?
Good god. I can't imagine. I mean, my personal email is a mess of shit that should've been deleted long ago and will never be found again, but I keep my work email very organized. It's got maybe 15-20 things in it, which are pending responses or need work or whatever. I'm pretty good about deleting stuff right away or moving it to a folder. That said, my manager at one point was sharing her screen and we all saw she had THREE THOUSAND emails marked as unread. Which...WTF. That's no kind of system. No wonder she won't answer emails!