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.
Willow ,'Showtime'
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.
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.
I was thinking taking pictures of the cat type of shoot.
Here's to hoping tomorrow is a light day at work. It's end of week 8 (of 10). everyone is tired. Everyone is stressed. Students annoying me with whining. Got all 3 shows this quarter loaded in early, and they are STILL bitching. I mean. Ugg. Yeah. Spoons. (Said like The Tick, only with less energy).