Man, this is why I hate the outdoors. Especially in Florida. Friday afternoon, I stepped outside for all of about fifteen minutes and got bit/stung by something. Not a mosquito, but something that has left a very hard welt with a quarter-sized red spot on my calf. No streaks, yet, so that's good, but damn, it alternates between hurting and itching.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
My grandfather passed away tonight.
Oh, Shir, I'm so sorry.
{{{{{{Shir}}}}}} I'm so sorry to hear that. Much peace~ma for your whole family.
And Ouchies, Barb. I hope you've got some Benedryl cream on hand.
I'm so sorry, Shir.
I want his library.
He had such a rich-with-classics sci-fi library. I took a few books with me to read one of the last times I was there. Still half way through Stranger in a Strange Land. He loved Heinlein. He was fond of all of them.
I don't know what to do. I was in the middle of writing a paper for tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day with tons of classes, which I really love.
I wanna go, act as usual, finish that goddamn paper. Not sure I can. The alternative is staying here, doing nothing, driving myself crazy.
And thanks, Bitches. {{}} back at'chya.
If working helps, do that. I'm so sorry for your loss. Thanks for the AC-ma, y'all. While we couldn't avoid a costly repair, we did avoid the one that involved drilling a hole in my neighbor's place, and given that he's an Eastern European techno freak, I think you'll agree this is still a -ma VICTORY(/Drama)
OK, fuck wanting his library.
I just want to stop crying. I just wanna be OK for tomorrow. I can deal later, please.