I'm so glad I shared my sleep disorder with my caring and understanding friends...
Simon: I'm trying to put this as delicately as I can... How do I know you won't kill me in my sleep? Mal: You don't know me, son. So let me explain this to you once: If I ever kill you, you'll be awake, you'll be facing me, and you'll be armed.
'Serenity'
F2F 2: Is there anybody here that hasn't slept together?
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: New Orleans! May 20-22, 2005!
Sean K - Jul 21, 2004 9:42:26 am PDT #6581 of 9999
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Deena - Jul 21, 2004 9:42:37 am PDT #6582 of 9999
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Deb, sitting for long periods is almost as difficult for me as walking and I'm betting that the BBQ will be a little hard on me, so I'm expecting I'll have to take Sunday a little easier.
Nicole - Jul 21, 2004 9:45:22 am PDT #6583 of 9999
I'm getting the pig!
I'm expecting I'll have to take Sunday a little easier.
Oooooh! Spa Day!!
on edit: Aww. Poor Sean.
Aims - Jul 21, 2004 9:48:38 am PDT #6584 of 9999
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I'm so glad I shared my sleep disorder with my caring and understanding friends...
I shared my bulimia and was sent a box of barf bags.
What's your issue?
billytea - Jul 21, 2004 9:51:48 am PDT #6585 of 9999
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I'm so glad I shared my sleep disorder with my caring and understanding friends...
Night. Sean lies asleep, snoring loudly, while a monkey rummages through his CD collection. The sound of whispering gradually filters into his brain. His eyes open, and he wakes with a shriek (sorry, manly bellow) at the sight of Steph, billytea and ND all staring at him intently.
billytea:
"You know, you're right. You
do
snore very loudly."
NoiseDesign: "Poke him with the stick again, Steph."
Steph: "Sean, why is your hand in a glass of warm water?"
brenda m - Jul 21, 2004 9:53:34 am PDT #6586 of 9999
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
I'm expecting I'll have to take Sunday a little easier.
Deena can stay at home and poke Sean. Sure, it's no wine country tour, but it's something.
billytea - Jul 21, 2004 9:53:44 am PDT #6587 of 9999
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I shared my bulimia and was sent a box of barf bags.
What's your issue?
Now that you mention it, I have a phobia about... um... let's say flat-screen televisions. Yeah, that's it. Flat-screen TVs.
t looks around hopefully
Lee - Jul 21, 2004 10:05:54 am PDT #6588 of 9999
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I'm so glad I shared my sleep disorder with my caring and understanding friends...
You have met us, right?
Trudy Booth - Jul 21, 2004 10:12:03 am PDT #6589 of 9999
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Shared it? Half the people here already knew. t looks at thread title
Steph L. - Jul 21, 2004 10:57:28 am PDT #6590 of 9999
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Hey, now -- I suggested the helper monkey out of pure goodhearted caring for Sean's health. If he stopped breathing for long enough, badness would ensue. The monkey would prevent badness by poking Sean to roll over or wake up if he stopped breathing for too long.
Man. I bet Mother Theresa's suggestions weren't met with derision....