It's TCG's meeting night, and I'm supposed to be at the library bookstore. I called in sick yesterday to give them time to find someone to cover me because I didn't think the customers would appreciate being coughed and sneezed on all night. Seems to have been a good call.
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 slept all day today. Woke up around 12, had something to eat, went back to sleep, woke up again around 7. Not feeling any better. If this stupid cough has to make me tired enough to make me waste a whole day when I really have a ton of stuff to do, then the least it could do is actually let that sleep make me feel better.
Regional Director came to the house I worked at today to help me write my speech for tomorrow. I did end up using a bit of what I'd written here the other day. I'm nervous, but I've practiced the speech several times and I'm pretty confident right along with the nerves.
good luck tomorrow
I vote that you sing "What shall we do with a drunken sailor?"
Yeah, if I threaten to sing at them until they pass the budget increase, that would totally help our cause.
Admittedly, "shave his belly with a rusty razor" might hurt your cause.
Good luck, Windsparrow.
Seriously, there couldn't be a better advocate than you, WS.
Good luck, Windsparrow. You're a very articulate champion--I'd certainly listen to what you had to say.