Thanks, it does.
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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'm afraid I'm back in the land of hats and scarves. I was hoping I'd be in the minority who keep their hair on this chemo, but no. Most of it fell out a week ago. I had the rest chopped short, but it's been shedding all week. My house has too much hair. My hair. Dog hair. Yeti hair. I have a little spiky fuzz left, which makes me look like a giant baby bird.
I need a scarf-tying class. I see women, particularly black women, with such elegantly tied scarves. I'm pretty much limited to the square knot.
The cat groomed a fair amount of Hubby's hair off.
Ginger, you could try some of these. [link]
Ginger, here is 15 ways to wear a head scarf: [link]
Doing laundry for vacation, and the dryer just died. This means I can go back to bed, right?
Performance evaluation at work. I got to glance over it before signing it. Not sure when a copy gets back in my hands. Last year there were a few sporadic "Exceeds expectations". This year, I'd say close to 50% of the check boxes were "exceeds", the rest were "meeting expectations". Woot. Too bad it doesn't result in a merit raise.
Having cramps again, want a hug from Hubby. Trying not to cry where customers can hear. A billion hugs from all the wonderful people in world can't touch the hole inside. Fuck it.
It just sucks, Connie.
I'm sorry, Connie. I wish there was more I could do or say.
I'm at the Joe Hill signing ridiculously early, but I have a feeling that may be a good thing for this kind of thing. I've got a cappuccino and the book being signed and I'm going to grab a seat in the signing area soon and read. It is good to occasionally remind myself I can do things like this on my own.