My understanding is one year.
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 think I'll have myself a party.
I think I'll have myself a party.
You can have everyone come dressed as a Downton Abbey character, to celebrate the end of period drama in your life.
I love you, billytea.
billytea, you're a genius.
ha!
Zen, yes, just like that! Two days happy, one hour euphoric, then STAB STAB KILL KILL. Now I'm into the loose joint/muscle pain portion of the non-festivities. Thanks for sharing, everyone. I've wondered recently if I was hitting peri-menopause (though now I can't remember why I thought that).
billytea, still the best.
Two days happy, one hour euphoric, then STAB STAB KILL KILL.
That sums it up. If you find a way to fix it, please let me know.
Talked to Will today. I thought I was sure about somethings now I do't know and I feel wrecked. Plus therapy today. so really wrecked.
Won' see therapist until Wednesday (she has persaonal stuf) but I may email her.
{{{askye}}} I'm sorry things continue to be tumultuous for you. Relationships are tough at the best of times, and these are not the best of times.
Feeling down on myself. I, as usual, had a ton of stuff I wanted to get done today, not least because there's lots of fun stuff happening this weekend. I managed to get to Pilates and do some laundry, but no tidying or financial stuff or baking banana bread for a brunch tomorrow or anything. In my defense, pain. But I just never know when I'm being smart and when I'm being lazy*. I'm loopy as fuck on half a dose of muscle relaxants, so laundry is about the best I can manage, but now I'm up late when I really didn't need to be.
* so I know how mean to myself to be? Brain, you cray.
Also, the clutter in my room is feeling oppressive and decluttering is another thing I didn't get around to today.