Let's see how this works out. Given it's an iPod, I've offered her a bribe in iTunes gift card for good grades. $10 for an A, $5 for a B, nothing for C's. She owes me $10 for a D, and $20 for an F.
Early ,'Objects In Space'
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 so tired of being sick. I thought I was doing well enough to go to a trivia tournament tonight, but I started feeling wobbly as I got dressed and I have a fever. You know, it's not the Big Cancer Things that get to me as much as stuff like this. I want my life back.
May it all resolve well, Ginger.
I have felt like crap since January. I'm on chemo number three, but so far I'm still not making blood cells. My life is one medical thing after another, punctuated by collapsing on the bed.
Man, Ginger. I hope things ease soon.
Classes start tomorrow. Just dislocated my shoulder, and it feels like every tendon in there got pulled. Wonderful.
Yeah, Ginger, here's hoping you get a boost soon.
Oh, gosh, Hil . . . Did it go back in?
Yeah, it's back in. I took a whole bunch of painkillers. Now I'm watching the first James Marsters episode of Torchwood, which is at least a nice distraction.
That sucks, Ginger. I hope things improve for you soon.
Sorry about the shoulder, Hil.