No, we're pay as you go. We'll manage. We usually do.
'The Message'
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.
The job that I really wanted (block and a half from my apartment, promotion, raise, NOT MY BOSS) has been withdrawn.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.
Yes, definitely He'll be lucky if I pee on him to put him out if there's a fire.
I'm sorry your eye is behaving badlyk Bev. I hope the specialist has a doable solution.
I screwed up taking my pain meds today, and now the pain won't go away. That'll teach me.
Blah. I think this is the fourth night in a row that I've been in too much pain to sleep. It's a lot better than it was, but still, too much.
Sending my love to all of you.
Love you too, Andi.