The cat groomed a fair amount of Hubby's hair off.
'Shindig'
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.
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.
I killed the thread good before I left. I'm home from the signing, which was so much fun! I was very anxious to be there alone, but I ended up meeting some very interesting people. Including a nice couple who plan on naming their baby to be River, after River Song.
It's been slow the past couple days.