Ow, Seska. Let things be your way~ma.
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.
For a morning giggle - when you bathe your cat in Mordor.
OK. People are offering packing help. All the offerers are former Bronzers. I love fandom *so* much!
Now to work on getting the outside door to my new apartment block fixed. It's too heavy to open from a wheelchair, and needs making lighter or automatic. This could be a Disability Discrimination Act situation. Hoping not, though!
Oh and then I might get round to writing an essay...
I am incapable of getting through a post without editing. It's a long-term problem.
OK. People are offering packing help. All the offerers are former Bronzers. I love fandom *so* much!
Oh yay!
Much calm ~ma for this weekend Seska. For you and the Girl.
Good luck this weekend, Seska!
My University's summer hours include Friday afternoons off for staff. HR is telling me that while I am on leave - and lets remember that my U does not give me any leave, I will be taking sick and annual leave - I do not get to benefit from this, and will be docked a full day. Bastages.
Gronk. I'm awake. Sort of. Don't wanna be.
Just got an email from a student asking me to change his grade. Once again, no good reason given, just asking.
Maybe they're thinking if they get you before you've had some coffee you'll be sufficiently gronkified to go along with whatever they're asking.
moving, essay, and less-rain-of-fire~ma Seska.
Sparky this sounds like a math problem where HR is not using the right set of numbers. Feh. and Fie. Can you talk with someone about it?
Yay Aims - glad you are home.
We took the sprog to circus class yesterday. It's affordable, and there are lots of kickass things to do. and she loved it. No, no rainbow wigs or floppy shoes - aerialist stuff and less-pressure-gymnastics mostly. Plus, if we need to, we can sell her to Ringling's. Though I never would.
hardly ever.
nope. never.
Sparky, your U is evil.
I think there was something in the banana muffins I baked. I gave one to one of my uni-friends, and we spent most of statistics class talking, very excited and somewhat giggling, about cats and math.
And I'm just so extremely happy for some goddamn reason. This feeling usually goes away within 20 minutes, but now? Almost reaching hour 4. Can't even stop smiling. Amazing. And I think I'm as focused as a colorful butterfly, but I'm gonna test it with studying on the grass soon.
This is all very interesting. And fuzzy from the inside.
Or maybe it's just the power of music.