I'm not emailing the person until next week, though -- I don't want to get a "no" answer while I'm fasting, because I know that my brain will start panicking then. I can deal with a "no" if my blood sugar isn't plummeting at the same time.
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.
It's so cute when faculty discover old Google Easter eggs. One just discovered tilt. So cute.
OMG ... someone's made a family of taxidermied mouse vampire hunters.
Those are INCREDIBLE.
I knew they'd appeal to my Buffistas! or at least impress you.
My first reaction was to wonder if The Bloggess had seen those. Then I scrolled down....
I messaged a math major on there for a while...we talked about Numbers. That was cool. I'm not sure if it would have led to a bigger relationship, though.
One of the tabloid shows just did a piece on "Should you be afraid of endoscopy after Joan Rivers' death?" I'm having endoscopy Monday. I've already done the most difficult part -- asking my neighbor to give me a ride at 6:45 a.m. The ideal outcome would be that the doctor spots something easily fixable and that turns out to be what's behind my continuing bloodlessness.
It was pouring rain this morning, and it took me an hour and a half to get to the doctor's. I liked the gastroenterologist. He does seem to be about 12, though.
Now OK Cupid just sent me a message letting me know that it's raining (which it is), and that more people sign on when there's bad weather, so it would be a good time to meet someone on their site. This is kind of weird.
One of the tabloid shows just did a piece on "Should you be afraid of endoscopy after Joan Rivers' death?"
That's absurd. We really have to stop this race to become the most willfully stupid nation.
I hope you get the answer you are hoping for, Ginger. I know how miserable that kind of anemia can be.