24 hours.
'Out Of Gas'
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
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.
24 hours.
I've got a super-sized case of the jitters.
Wow, I hadn't actually realized. This feels very weird.
In memememe news: so much email to slog through. After only 1 day of holiday! Although I guess my usual post weekend email slog is usually kind of a lot and having it on top of my early morning Tuesday deadlines may make it seem like a lot more. In any case, much slogging.
24 hours.
I've got a super-sized case of the jitters.
Me too. I want to crochet or plant or do something with my hands, but I also do not want to start anything right now and possibly bring the bad energy into my work.
I know everything won't magically be better in 24 hours, but at least I'll have hope.
24 hours.
Yes, I remember well wondering how much damage he could do in the remaining months. Guess we now know. I have to believe it gets better from here.
I'm going to be a wreck for the next 24 hours. And longer probably.
I think it was a Buffistas poll though.
All polls are Buffista polls in my world. Doing them in the Facebook just lets me add pictures but I can link to them. Puppy needs a nom de net.
You guys, it's Buffy's 40th birthday. [link]
Wow. She's 40 today.
Okay, FB on my FB and the Buffista page is up. Suggestions taken here as well. Let's give the bat-eared dog an Internet name.
Buffy's 40th makes sense. She shares a birthday with my #1 son, who is 29 today. (and independent finally, man that just feels so good)