Student ,'Touched'
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
It actually doesn't bother me at all to sleep in an empty house.
I find the sound of the residents moving around in their apartments comforting. Granted, I don't have tap dancers upstairs or hyped-up toddlers anywhere that I can hear, though someone apparently does smuggle in a baby elephant to chaise around the living room upstairs occasionally.
When it's too quiet I start wondering if the apocalypse has occurred and I just didn't notice.
Yes, a big part of the reason I have a roommate is to help me sleep better! When there's someone else in the house my brain attributes all noises to them. If they aren't home, all noises are clearly murderers come to get me.
I have cats for that.
Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between cats and murderers.
But if I can believe it's the cats I can get murdered peacefully without worrying about it.
Ugh, got an email containing a heavily edited piece I submitted last week and I don't want to deal with it. So stupid. I feel like a failure because of edits? Fuuuuck, I'm really getting ridiculous.
As an editor, I can tell you that you aren't a failure because of edits. As your friend, I can tell you that you aren't a failure, period.
Nora, Teppy is wise.
I'm just so tired of my brain lying to me.
However, I get to watch Ragnarok with Tom tomorrow, so that may put me in a better mood to deal with edits and whatnot.
Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between cats and murderers.
Truth.
Also, Nora, I'm sorry it's hard. Hang in there.