That's the point I tried to make to him.
I've been making a concerted effort to not follow tangents in online arguments. I wasn't ignoring any of you, just trying to keep my part of the discussion as linear as possible.
'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
That's the point I tried to make to him.
I've been making a concerted effort to not follow tangents in online arguments. I wasn't ignoring any of you, just trying to keep my part of the discussion as linear as possible.
No, I think that was good.
I love you all.
And now I must sleep because in addition to the focus call I have to supervise tomorrow, I also have to talk to the HR rep of a vendor about the inappropriate comment one of their employees made about me to one of my colleagues.
Ha! Because of course you do!
Get some rest. Be fortified, we've all got your back.
Smite him!
Homework. I'm still doing homework. Ugh. The brain just isn't working.
I figured out how to request a doctor's appointment online. On top of the depression and thinking my citalopram has finally quit on me, I've had a swollen set of nerves in my face, along my jawline. A couple of months ago, we upped my Lyrica thinking that this was my trigeminal neuralgia flaring up. Well, the pain is gone, but the swelling has not gone away and is still tender to the touch. Plus today I realized that my smile is somewhat lopsided. I had Kelly check it out today and she thinks I need to ask for a referral to a neurologist.
So, the brain is a bit preoccupied. I have 3 more sections to write in the next hour. Arrrggggg.
This morning out of curiosity I wanted to see the FB count on MeToo - [link]
Over 6,700,000 Conversation is good.
eta: in the minute it took to write and post and go back over 7 million.
I wonder what the Twitter count was (that's where I'm comfortable with it).
(A) I love you all. Liese you are a hero.
(2) I have to bitch about this somewhere and this feels like the most appropriate place (no pun intended (well, maybe a little bit intended, but that'snot why this is the most appropriate place)). After 407 days of dormancy, my reproductive system apparently decided that it wouldn't be an evacuation without some unexpected bleeding. So of course I have no supplies with me (although I do have a drawer with extras at home just on case but I didn't not pack them because of course I didn't) and my mom hasn't needed any for years so I got to make an early morning trip to Safeway with a wad of toilet paper in my underwear. Way to go, body!
Aurelia it's like he had no idea about the emotions attached talking about harassment and assault. That talking about it brings back the feelings of shame, humiliation, anger, sadness, etc. So it's some kind of intellectual exercise for him.
I wanted tonsa y that this morning in your post but decided not to.