Hil, that sounds quite a lot of "some stuff". I'm impressed.
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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.
Oh, crud. I'd told the department at new job that I needed back-to-back classes to be in the same building. Just got my schedule, and, nope. Guess that's another thing I need to deal with later this week.
The Mexican place had power. So, I went to the Farmer's market because it's my last chance to go before the c-section, and then picked up take-out. TCG ended up getting home about 10 minutes after I did.
I've been having some eye troubles. Latest update, here.
I'm guessing you don't have insurance that will cover it?
No, we're pay as you go. We'll manage. We usually do.
The job that I really wanted (block and a half from my apartment, promotion, raise, NOT MY BOSS) has been withdrawn. They decided not to fill it. Feh.
Oh boo, Vortex. That sucks.
I've got an interview on the 19th, which I have to prepare for, and I'm trying to not get excited or make any plans, in case they don't like me. Ugh.
Boo indeed, Vortex. Stupidheads.
I had a popsicle for dinner. This summer popsicles have become their own food group.
Beverly, I'm sorry about the eye trouble.
Vortex, I'm sorry about the job.
Mexican take-out was good. I'm fall down tired. So I'm off to bed now.