When my blood count is low, I hear my heart beating in my ears. I'm getting a transfusion tomorrow, so at least I'll stop feeling like I'm stuck in "The Tell-Tale Heart."
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.
When I was using a cleaning service, it was about $120 a month for a once-a-month cleaning. Totally worth it. Not only did my house actually get clean at least once a month, it made me pick up the clutter. Once I get some other things paid off, I'll probably hire them again.
When my blood count is low, I hear my heart beating in my ears.
That would freak me the total fuck out.
Fortunately, it doesn't do it when I'm sitting still with my head upright, so I can escape the Poe sound effects at the computer.
We're like art. Or porn. Or both.
Tasteful nudes, Trudy. I keep telling you, they're tasteful nudes
Things I did not need to do today - review a disability claim appeal denial where the claimant suffered from migraines. Had to walk away for a few.
My blindside for the day was Marley in my class listening exercise.
Yeah, that UPS thing is super extra bullshit for me because a) the US postal system does not believe in me because I am so rural. And b) the town where my house putatively is by zip code, is not the same as the town where I have my post office box, so every time it happens, that post office is deeply baffled by my existence and somewhat hostile when I finally work out what has happened and come in to claim the package.
We're tasteful nudes!
The shift from sex talk to cleaning talk is amusing. On the other hand, they're not so far apart. I am totally turned on by a clean house.
Ooh! Me too!! I can't have the bedroom or bedroom closet door open due to the shadows they throw.
Oh yeah, having to control lighting and shadows in the bedroom is a bitch. We have a streetlight just outside our window, and once when the curtains had fallen open a bit, this led to me seeing writing all over the walls. Which was at least fascinating.
I am totally turned on by a clean house.
Hahaha!
Ginger, that sounds awful. I am out of the loop, but I am gathering you have cancer of some type? I don't even know what type or how long you've been dealing with it, but listening to how matter-of-fact you are about horrible and invasive treatments lets me know you've been braving it for a long while. I'm sorry you have to be so brave. Stupid cancer.
I just sent my boss off to lobby on Capitol Hill with "have fun storming the castle". Don't know if he got the reference or if it even registered. Just as well.