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 might be Doctor Huey, but I think the flowers are lighter red than that. That's what happened, though: delicate graft died off, hardy rootstock broke free. I like them, whatever they are. I'm pleased by their zombie moxie.
sj, glad you have good people around you!
Yay, zombie roses!
Yay, askye, For doing what you need to to take care of yourself. Not so yay about the insuance and bill.
Yay, people being ecxited with sj about ltc.
I have to be awake in four hours to get to the airport. I'm not even remotely tired. I might just stay up, and then sleep on the planes.
Did I mention that one symptom of the neuropathy in my feet and legs is itching? Itching, itching, itching.
I usually prune back my roses in january. I was a couple weeks late on that and then the unseasonably early spring sprung and all my roses started putting out new leaves weeks ago. Unless we have a major cold snap the climbers are gonna be way out of control this summer.
Ya'll who use OKcupid know how it sends you a message when "a good match" visits your profile. Well guess who visited my profile today? Horrible second date guy (no phone no job no car guy who managed to make me cry) has a new profile. Different user name, same profile pic. Either he cancelled his profile after that spectacular bout of shenanigans or just made a duplicate? Either way, I almost threw up in my mouth when I saw that photo in my inbox. I was tempted to look and see if the new profile is exactly the same or totally different, but then he'd know that I looked...plus I really don't want to waste anymore thought or brainspace on the jerk. But here I am thinking. Grrrrrr. I hate it when I let myself fall into drama. Even this relatively minor inner turmoil drama.
I managed a few hours of sleep. Now I'm awake, ish. Still need to eat something, take out the trash, and deal with a couple dirty dishes, then get to the airport.
I do not know why I am awake. Erin, I say block him. Not worth the brain space. Not as easy to actually deny him the brain space, of course.
When I actually get up, I need to do a drying rack's worth of dishes before I head to work.
Ginger, I hate itching. It's not the worst thing, but it's on the list, especially when you can't make it stop.
These thoughts brought to you by 130 AM. 130 AM: The time when you really ought to be asleep.
sj, may ltc find more foods acceptable in the near future!
erin, block that sucker. I'm really surprised he's trying with you again, but there is not depth to the stupidity of jerks.
askye, I'm glad your therapist is backing you up. I went back into therapy for anxiety back in November, and while it's taking a while, I'm feeling much more positive about my life, even if I'm still hating my job. I'm no longer having panic attacks before going to work! That's a win.
How long do I have to wait to call back a doctor's office when they tell me the nurse will call me back in "about 15 minutes? It's been an hour and a half and I don't really feel like spending another day staring at the phone, but I can't answer a call when I'm driving.
I'd say that's more than enough time, sj! If they said 15 minutes I'd probably call back in 45 if I hadn't heard.