Ugh. Maybe subconscious can just use these times to have a nice chat. Yes, brains are stupid and betraying.
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.
Is anyone around who wants to be productive together for a while? I'm running out of weekend (as usual) and feeling overwhelmed (also as usual).
Sorry smonster, my productivity is all petered out, excepting making dinner I hope. But in a little bit of synchronicity, I was being productive way over here on the West Coast.
Sorry, smonster. We're on vacation, but I would love to play the productivity game when I'm home again.
My subconscious was throwing a shitfit of confusion and anger. Not my most restful night's sleep. Stupid betraying brain.
I hate those dreams. Ask me how I know that pinching yourself in a dream hurts. Or don't. You can guess.
sj, let's do it.
I ended up going over to Tom and Nora's for pizza, Leverage, and productivity. It was just what I needed.
Saturday morning breakfast cereal webtoon - a very Buffista traffic accident. [link]
Looking for the like button.
Jury instructions are boring. And the prosecutor has power point with missing punctuation. Repeatedly. When I am the one catching it, ya know its bad.
Still waiting on defense summation. Then we get to deliberate.
Jury duty done! I was not made foreman, although, I was sitting next to him, so helped with tallies. Also helped open dialog, as the foreman thought it was a slam dunk case. If folks want details, I can now talk details!!!