Got a bit of sleep. Then rolled over and dislocated my shoulder. So that woke me up. Argh.
'Out Of Gas'
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.
Good luck and ~ma, Hil.
Ugh, Hil. Good vibes to get through today the best you can.
~ma for a painless day, Hil.
I got through my morning classes. I apologized to the students for being completely spacey today, said that I would have taken a sick day if there weren't about twenty people who'd murder me if I took a sick day on an exam day, and handed out a worksheet and put the answers on the overhead projector. And fixed several students' calculators. (That was mostly just clearing the memory to restore the factory defaults, because they'd accidentally deleted things they shouldn't have deleted.)
I have a Blue Sun logo patch on my wheelchair side bag. So far, three Chinese people have asked if it's from Japan.
Just got home. It's 12:30. Somehow, "We'll leave at 10 no matter what" became "It's 10, and we're almost done, so let's just finish up," and then that lasted until midnight.
Grrrr, Hil. That's frustrating.
People are so bad at gauging how long things will take.
My mom's in the hospital again. She's OK, but probably not going to be able to walk much for a couple weeks at least. And I'm halfway across the country and can't help with anything.