Askye, it really sounds like the therapy is working. I'm so glad. Dinner has been eaten. Now back to RI to get my car. So tired.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
Askye, it sounds like you're doing really well.
I got another first-round interview. I've got a second-round interview at a different school next week, and if they do offer me that job, then I'm pretty sure I'm going to accept, but I don't know how many people they're having for the second-round interviews, so I don't know what my chances are.
Glad things are okay, sj.
Glad to hear all is well, sj!
askye, glad you're doing so much better!
Hil, continuing job~ma! That woman on the plane sounds like one of my relatives. Some people just can't stop talking when they're nervous... and some of them are nervous all the time.
I was hungry so I ate and now I feel too full. I did eating wrong.
It's about that time I pull out the earbuds and plug in the tunes. Seriously, lady, I'm not here to entertain you or be your therapist; find another coping strategy.
I'm home. There is not enough gronk in the world to describe how tired I am. Arrow and then bed.
Arrow is worth it.
As long as it doesn't require me to brain I will be happy.
I'm so behind on Arrow. And on practically every other TV show I watch. I'll probably catch up on all of them after finals.
Oh, dang it. Who is a dummy and planned to just carry on a bag tomorrow, rather than check a bag, but forgot all about the TSA's restriction on liquids for carry-ons, and who only has full sizes of hair products? (Yes, I need them; no, we don't have empty carry-on size bottles; no, we don't have carry-on size bottles that I can empty out and refill.)
Boooooo. Now I have to re-think my packing game. At midnight. Yay.