Spike: Lots of fuss over one girl. Other things to do around here--important things. Angel: You know that whoosh thing you do when you're suddenly not there anymore? I love that.

'Unleashed'


Natter 64: Yes, we still need you  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Amy - Dec 02, 2009 8:33:57 am PST #22446 of 30001
Because books.

The mattress pad has dual controls, so I can crank my side up to Flame-Broiled, while weird-ass boyfriend o'mine can literally cool his heels.

My parents have these! Even in the guest room! It's awesome, not least because my father keeps the house at a very morgue-like temperature.


Calli - Dec 02, 2009 8:39:45 am PST #22447 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

I just put an extra blanket on the bottom half of the bed when my feet start getting chilly at night. I feel like such a Luddite now.


sarameg - Dec 02, 2009 8:40:41 am PST #22448 of 30001

Ate too much pizza. Blearg..

I feel like such a Luddite now.

I drop a cat on my feet.


Sue - Dec 02, 2009 8:42:52 am PST #22449 of 30001
hip deep in pie

I am one of those people who's usually too warm. Occasionally I have to wear socks to bed. But I have a light duvet and if the heat kicks in during the night, I usually wake up because I am too warm.


Calli - Dec 02, 2009 8:42:57 am PST #22450 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

I drop a cat on my feet.

Mine has stopped sleeping with me. I think it's because I've been home so much lately (7 out of the last 8 days—probably a record since I got him), and he's feeling complacent.


tommyrot - Dec 02, 2009 8:43:40 am PST #22451 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

I drop a cat on my feet.

My cat sometimes comes over to my bed and sits on my hands. It'd be nice if she'd sit on my feet, but then she wouldn't get belly rubs, so that plan won't work.


§ ita § - Dec 02, 2009 8:44:21 am PST #22452 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I drop a cat on my feet.

Once I slept with a cat on my feet. It was really big. I didn't dare move. It wasn't a good night's sleep.

Needless to say, it wasn't my cat.


Jessica - Dec 02, 2009 8:45:19 am PST #22453 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

The only time I've ever worn socks to bed was when we had bedbugs and I was tucking my pajama pants into them to prevent bites.

Now that the heat is working in my building again, I almost always kick the covers off around midnight because I'm too warm.


Jesse - Dec 02, 2009 8:45:24 am PST #22454 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I've been warming my hands under my cat in the evenings. He doesn't mind. I know someday I'm going to have to have the heat on, but am putting that day off as long as possible.


Dana - Dec 02, 2009 8:50:34 am PST #22455 of 30001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

Extra blankets fall off. Even the existing blankets fall off during the eternal battle for bedcovers. I usually end up with the comforter, and he ends up with the sheet.