Sure, I'm interested, omnis.
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.
Jury instructions are boring.
The juries I was on, I spent most of the time being angry at the lawyers (for both sides) for not asking the questions I wanted answered, and after closing arguments and instructions from the judge I was angry at them for having spent so much time on stuff that turned out not to be relevant to the actual questions we were instructed to rule on.
Oh yes, do tell, omnis.
Spill
Please tell. I could seriously use the distraction right now.
I want to hear all about it.
I am quite ready for the Summer of Grieving and Loss to be over. Grandfather, friend, watching friends lose loved ones, grandfather's cat, the end of a promising relationship (broke up with M, don't want to talk about it), Robin Williams, Gaza, Iraq, crazy violence in my city, young unarmed black men getting shot to death…
I just want to sleep for a week.
smonster, I am right there with you. And it's weird to say that while at the same time doing things that are fun -- it's been a full and enjoyable summer, but so full of loss that's so hard to carry.
I understand completely, smonster. I want to bury my head in the sand. At least the flow of clips of Robin Williams can still bring a smile between the tears.
Hugs to you, to all of you with crazy losses this summer. It is, indeed, too damn much.