OMG, TIME HAS STOPPED. SEND HELP!
'Potential'
Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
OMG, TIME HAS STOPPED. SEND HELP!
I can send Achilles! He promises me that he'll help you with your stopped time problem just as soon as he catches up to this pesky tortoise he's been chasing.
(Ze)nooooooooooooo!
So far today:
- Got a crappy amount of sleep last night.
- Went to my last therapy session until August 13, had epic meltdown.
- Got on a Q train to get to work, it changed to an N train mid-route, with an unintelligible announcement from the conductor, and it skipped my stop. 20 minutes late for work.
- They just announced there were shots fired outside my building. (Nobody hurt, and they just gave the all-clear).
(Seriously, though, a DUMB place to discharge a gun. There's a major police hub here, and there are always dozens of cops around outside).
Tom, I think you need cake for lunch.
Tom, I think the universe wants you to take a sick day.
Tom, I think you need cake for lunch.
Or pie. In a pinch, popcorn.
I was thinking burrito, or mac and cheese.
Okay, revised lunch for Tom: burrito, mac & cheese, pie, and cake. Then go home early to lie on the couch in a food coma.
I got the burrito part covered.