I'm in a lot of pain tonight, but I'm really sick of the way the painkillers make me feel. Trying to decide whether to try just Tylenol and Aleve tonight, or go for the stronger stuff.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
Do you need to do anything tomorrow? Do have anything to distract you if you aren't sleeping?
Nothing I need to do tomorrow. There's some math work that I ought to do, and I'd planned to go grocery shopping, but if I end up doing the math on Sunday and going to 7-11 to buy some frozen burritos, it's no big deal.
Oh, and I just bought a few magazines, and I have the internet and the TV for distraction.
Then it might be worth skipping the heavy duty stuff
::considers how much it would make Jilli's head explode if Princess Tickybox learned to speak Sindarin.::
STOP. THAT.
Uh-oh - is the teleporter malfunctioning again and duplicating people instead of transporting them? I thought MM and Clovis were going to sort that out...
No, Clovis and I figured out that MM and SH would end up in a giant I AM THE BETTER EVIL OVERLORD dance-off or something, thus leaving myself and the Devilbunny room to get on with our plans.
My mother is all worried about what I'm going to eat in Maine. She somehow thinks that, although I manage to feed myself the entire rest of the year, I'm going to starve from lack of vegan food in Maine, even though we will be renting a house with a kitchen which is within walking distance of a tiny grocery store and easy driving distance of a few supermarkets at at least two health food stores. I've also pointed out to her the vegan items on the menus of nearly all the restaurants we usually go to.
I AM THE BETTER EVIL OVERLORD dance-off
We need to film that and show it every, oh let's say Arbor Day.
Good luck with the painkiller skippage, Hil. Sucks that you have to make that choice.
STOP. THAT.
JUST THINK WHAT IT WOULD DO FOR HER COLLEGE DATING PROSPECTS.
::contemplates the son or daughter in law candidate who'd be all over that::
I mean, it beats muscle cars and heavy metal.
OK, I'm not normally all into baseball, or into slashing our President, but...the slog pointed out this picture from the White House flickr stream, and I had to admit, it made me go "oooh. PRETTY. and...oooh."