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.
Total tangent here, but your "tee hee, I'm so BAD at math!" quote reminded me of something. My friend K was in a bad car accident years ago and she lost her memory. She has regained most of it, but there are still gaps. She just started taking some college courses and when called up to the board to do a math problem, she discovered she is going to have to relearn the times table. Having easy access to a calculator on her phone, she hadn't realized she can't automatically call up 7 x 7.
So odd that she has no problems with the algebraic logic, but the simple multiplication is another matter.
Memory loss is a weird thing -- like, why would your brain lose the times tables but be okay with algebra? Neurobiology fascinates me.
I accomplished a LOT in the last few hours -- went to the bank, went to the post office to return 2 pairs of potential wedding shoes to Zappos (bless their free returns), went to the mall to order favors for the wedding* (because my dad was unexpectedly generous, guests are getting the little 2-piece Godiva chocolate box), went to Staples for more printer ink, went to Barnes & Noble to get the kids' book that's one of the wedding readings, and went to Trader Joe's (who now has gluten-free beer, woot!).
It's 90 degrees, and I am spent. Geez. Gotta do dishes now and rustle up some dinner.
*(Okay, and a creme brulee truffle for me.)
Go Teppy!!!! I take it your head is better?
I am hungry, and have no food, but don't want to get dressed and leave the house because I am LAZY.
Also, trying to convince myself to keep working rather than refreshing the internet hoping there will be new exciting things. Mostly failing, because the training I'm trying to do keeps freezing.
Go Teppy!!!! I take it your head is better?
My head seems basically better. I keep getting a flutter here and here behind my cheekbone, like "Oh, I can still fuck you up if I want, missy, so you'd better behave," but then it doesn't escalate. So far, so good.
I'm kind of hungry, but the heat really makes me nauseous, so I'm not sure that I can eat anything. Plus I don't have much food in the house. And I'm tired. If I get hungrier, I can try an English muffin, I guess.
No more work today. Putting away the work computer. Until tomorrow. Gah.
Is it too early to crawl in bed?
It has been floating around 100 in Burbank all week with humidity around 50% and we are outside installing Halloween Horror Nights. It was 85 last night at 2 AM driving home. Not on weather. Not on.
Steph, glad you're feeling better.
ND, that is too hot for hard work. Hope everyone is staying hydrated!!
I am, quite frankly, stunned. It's 81 degrees, but it feels absolutely gorgeous out.
The breeze is so lovely, Cagney insisted we stay outside. I dragged a chair out and sat with him while he howdied with the passersby...of which there were quite a few.
Very, very unusual weather for the end of August.
In other news, the petcare manager got a text from a woman I absolutely loathe today saying that she heard I'd been bitten by a dog and that I ordered it put down.
She has reason to cause me trouble as she is the walker who lied and stole clients from the company. I was the one who compelled the suit against her...which she lost.
I'm just boggled how she even heard about it.
I wrote to her on facebook, stating the facts, but have not heard from her.
As if I didn't have enough to deal with.