I'm working at the library bookstore tonight. So far not that many sales, but I have met some interesting people, and I think I'm going to leave with too many books again.
Lorne ,'Time Bomb'
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 have a cold and too much work to do in the hours I have. Plus when I get home tonight I have to clean for the cleaning lady. Don't wanna. But do want clean house.
Send more spoons. And Friday isn't here yet. Ugg.
I found a spoon in my purse. Sadly it was a literal spoon and not a metaphorical spoon. I could use those.
Sorry, omnis. I can't find any.
all of ours need to be washed. literally.
and perhaps figuratively!
Then my spoon turned metaphorical because I met people who want me to shoot their diabetic cat but they are totally awesome so I think I made local political allies and new friends and I likely am going to get paid to shoot their cat as well. I fled eventually because Too Much Social but I think it's a long-term good thing.
Shoot=give the cat a shot, right? Because I got a nasty jolt there.
Oh, twice a day injections of insulin shooting. The really helpful kind of shooting. God, my job (or a lifestyle choice) has made me crass. Helpful medicinal injections.
Yeah, I was reading that in a bad way like "omg the neighbors are horrible I heard them plan to shoot their cat!" way.