'Serenity'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
There is a Thor movie in the works, to be directed by Kenneth Branagh.
Yup, and apparently a movie of the Avengers is on the way, after the success of Iron Man...? - but Branagh? Um.
Today: writing. Massage. Writing writing writing occasional food break writing writing bed. Essay deadline one week away. This 'I will get a distinction and PhD funding' plan is interrupting my life, so it had better be worth it.
What the smart Buffistas said, Hil. You don't owe him any apology. If the guy had any common sense, he would have known that.
Good luck and good vibes, Seska.
There is a Thor movie in the works, to be directed by Kenneth Branagh.
Yep. With Chris Hemsworth, who played Daddy Kirk in the new Trek as Thor.
Doctor's appt. at 2:40 for UTI. That's 5 hours away. I stopped taking the AZO as of 11 p.m. last night, in case they needed a urine sample.
I am in PAIN. Fucking hell. I refuse to ask to go home from work because my pee-pee hurts.
Poor Teppy. Much getting-through-the-day~ma for you. Hope the doc puts you on something that works quickly and doesn't cause too much tummy trouble.
Ugh, Teppy. I am pretty much a beast whenever I go in for a UTI - I am fully medicated with prescription AZO and am unrepentent about it if they need a sample. I demand a prescription for anti-biotics immediately regardless of test results. (It is always a UTI and I do not have time to mess around).
Hope 2:40 comes to you quickly!
Massage was ni-ice. 45 minutes of Anywhere But Here, Embodied. Blissful.
WindSparrow, thanks!
Steph L., ugh. UTIs are horrible. I hope the doctor gets it sorted for you.
Ooh, Seska, you reminded me, I have a gift cert. for the local spa. I just booked a deep tissue massage and a facial for Friday. Wooooooot massage!
((Tep))
Hil - what they said.
It was fluffy white kittens and you dipped them into a swirling vat of permanent dye. The kittens did not enjoy this.
Fact: when I lived in Egypt, at Easter you would see shop window displays featuring real live bunnies, and real live shocking pink/green/blue/orange fluffy chicks. My first encounter with the existence of said chicks was when one wee girl brought in a pink one and a green one in a box for Show and Tell.
I was deprived of the power of speech for a long moment. Literally.
(No, the dyes were not animal-friendly or wash-out or anything. Duh. Egypt.)
So - today was my grandmother's funeral. Very weird, emotionally draining, but good, on the whole. Nice that quite a few people came. Weird for me, though - it was a Christian service 'cause my grandmother had been a Methodist, but none of us are Christian, and it felt very uncomforting and weird and false, really, listening to this bloke talking about Jesus. But she'd have liked it, so that was fair enough. But - weird.