If I get my dog to eat my homework, he will have eaten my lunch.
'Out Of Gas'
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.
Also, thundersnow.
Also, thundersnow which makes the power go out. I disapprove. But I did manage to properly shut down both the studio and the backup NAS. However, this means no more homework. Which is probably good. Because 2:30 am.
Thundersnow sounds fun, but power outages and homework don't so much.
Metaphorical lunch? I hope your power came back.
Your lunch was your homework?
There's a light fresh floral scent wafting through my house. I don't where it's coming from, and it's bugging me. My house should smell like cats and old sofas.
There's a light fresh floral scent wafting through my house.
Doesn't that mean the Buddha or some other divine being has manifested somewhere in the house? Go get some offerings and look around.
I woke up to discover 2 out of 3 outlets in the bedroom aren't working. Mom has to contact the landlady to contact an electrician. We tried flipping the breakers and all the easy stuff. So my room needs to look...almost spotless and depending on how long this will take I'll need to rearrange and hope nothing happens to the other outlet.
Unless the Buddha is hiding in the shoe closet, my house is divine -being free.
I think it was a particularly fragrant bar of gift soap.
Thundersnow is very dramatic, but the first time I experienced it I made the tactical error of trying to drive in it. Even in town I couldn't see the edges of the road, and eventually misjudged where a curb was not. Fortunately I got the car stopped before it ended up in the river.