::sets up a dark cave filled with soft bedding and good books, and orders a cabana boy to silently restock the mini-bar on a regular basis::
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.
Ooo, a dark cave with good spot lighting and Net access, with a warm snuggly bed and a mellow old cat sounds exquisite.
We're gonna need a bigger cave.
At least I'll be in good company. (Of course we'll all be retreating to our own separate corners to recharge our batteries, but we'll each know we're doing it in solidarity.)
Big cave, lots of little alcoves, plenty of room for everybody to be alone together.
Buffista Cave, on Buffista Island! In our own microclimate.
News Flash: When booze is not feasible (e.g., the workplace), apple slices with peanut butter (crunchy) are good for what ails ya. (I was recently complaining to my Dr that it's really hard to malign stress-eating when it actually does help).
Well, my roommate problems may be sorting themselves out. Not the way I would have preferred them to sort out, but such is the way of things.
Glad to hear there is light at the end of your current tunnel, Seany.
ET,
if one does not like peanut butter. can I do just apples?
because I am eating apples now.