Maybe she is just thinking about what to say, meara. still, argh.
'Shindig'
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 did too much walking today, and my ankle was swollen, and then I accidentally kicked myself right in the swollen part when I was taking my shoes off, and ow, and sleep is just not happening tonight. I'm trying to work out whether I can do enough class prep tomorrow at home, if I go to my office to make copies and film some online class videos over the weekend.
Ow ow ow. I hope tomorrow sorts itself out, Hil.
Just took four Advil and two Tylenol. I hope I can sleep soon. I shouldn't have done all that walking today.
I hope you were able to get good restorative sleep, Hil.
Hil, I know the feeling. Feel better.
I have an appointment with the new therapist on the 30th. TCG's stepmother is going to babysit. I only told her I have an appointment.
Where is everyone today?
Working in the semicolon mines.
I've been mostly sleeping, though I should be getting stuff done. I need to call the rheumatologist's office again, and I need to call the pharmacy because (for at least the fourth time) they gave me only 30 pills in a prescription that called for 60, and I need to finish setting up the pages for the online course I'm teaching, and start making slides for the videos.
Totally. Buried. In. Work.
Send an excavation crew.