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Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.  

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Beverly - Sep 28, 2013 9:59:31 am PDT #5125 of 30002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Sometimes you just need sleep. One day last week, every time I sat down or stopped moving I dozed off. No sleep debt, no illness, just...zzzzzzzz. Even then, I dropped off easily at bedtime. I guess the body just knows.

Sending a psychic cease and desist and eviction notice to mice at Ginger's (had typed "Ginger's mice," but, no). And a speedy recovery to Pix.

~ma as needed to the rest of you, hugs, hairpats, glitter, attapersons galore.

Zenkitty - Sep 28, 2013 10:01:26 am PDT #5126 of 30002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

I just face-planted in the middle of a 10-mile training run, and everything hurts. Ow.

Pix, ouch, fell better! ...Sorry I missed that in all my me-me-me...

Beverly - Sep 28, 2013 10:12:27 am PDT #5127 of 30002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Zen, what a horrible place to be. I'm sorry. May both you and the cat feel better tomorrow.

smonster - Sep 28, 2013 11:17:35 am PDT #5128 of 30002
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Ack, Zen, no fun.

Pix, I am pretty impressed that you finished the run. Owie!

Dear mice at Ginger's. We are duly impressed with your perspicacity. Go forth and perserver elsewhere, please.

Shir, hope your grandmother continues to improve.

I'm having a hard time keeping up in Bitches these days, but I am reading along and thinking of everyone.

WindSparrow - Sep 28, 2013 11:20:12 am PDT #5129 of 30002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

I cannot fathom the logistics of this, since they had to climb up two feet of slippery plastic; chew open a two-inch hole; and then climb in and out. My imagination conjures rappelling equipment made of string and paper clips.

They can jump.

I know. Mice got game.

Pix, I hope you heal quickly.

Burrell - Sep 28, 2013 11:34:11 am PDT #5130 of 30002
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

Ouch Pix, hope you feel better soon. And you too, Zen.

Atropa - Sep 28, 2013 11:54:30 am PDT #5131 of 30002
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

I'm having a hard time keeping up in Bitches these days, but I am reading along and thinking of everyone.

points at smonster's post, nods like a bobblehead

Anne W. - Sep 28, 2013 1:25:52 pm PDT #5132 of 30002
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

I'm having a hard time keeping up in Bitches these days, but I am reading along and thinking of everyone.

This.

le nubian - Sep 28, 2013 2:13:20 pm PDT #5133 of 30002
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."

They can jump.

OMG.

Shir - Sep 29, 2013 2:46:46 am PDT #5134 of 30002
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".

I got no email access since this morning (some server went down in uni, which gives me my email).

I'd say "The FOMO, it burns", except I know I have few emails to take care of ASAP (access to documents, etc.). It's almost afternoon here, and if it's some kind of a patience test, then I'm failing hard, and it ain't a pretty sight.

sobs, flailing fists GIMME BACK MY EMAIL ACCESS, DAMMIT!

Edited: it's back! Bitching works!

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