Oh thank god I didn't drink my emergency pinot noir. This is precisely what it was meant for. "Break glass. Consume immediately."
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I keep waiting to find out that this isn't real.
I really wish we were all physically together right now.
There is wine. And DH is getting take out so I can be as weepy as I want to be.
If I could be there, I would. F and I would do their best to impress the guest as usual, and we'd be on our third bottle of wine before we realized we had opened the first.
KEMTGuy (I have a BF now for those who don't wander into Bitches) has been amazing, even though one of his mentors from Band will probably die tonight. They're pulling him off of life support. We've been going back and forth between tragedies, and it's exhausting.
I"m just so... resigned. We keep losing good people.
The hour is late for me so I am taking a glass of wine and walking away from my laptop and off to bed. It seems like it has been an 80 hour day.
Holding all of you in my heart.
I"m just so... resigned. We keep losing good people.
I hate knowing what you mean.
Earlier today I went to click "Buffistas Home" and thought "yep, it is."
{{hugs}} all of you
It's so sad and sudden, I have no idea of what to say.
I know, Gud.
The "house that ita built" made me cry. It's perfect.
I keep waiting to find out that this isn't real.
But also this.
I just submitted my timesheet for the period through 1/15 (they make us guess ahead of time which is just weird). I billed 120 hours. No wonder I broke my diet last night. And was freaking out earlier that somehow not seeing another friend post here or anywhere and then she didn't text me back for an hour and OMG surely there is more tragedy (there is not. What is is plenty. But my brain is so on overdrive).