And the scuppers glut with a rotting red
Spike's paw is not quite healed, but I can't take another day of this. I have to play tuggy with him even if I'm not letting him run - I can hold it so he keeps his front paws mostly off the ground. Trouble with that is that lack of exercise makes him much faster and snappier on the tuggy. He never means to nail my hand. But my pinky's still dripping blood and I am running out of fingers.
In other news, Torchwood finale and Doctor Who season opener double whammy yay! I cried like a little girl, chortled, snorted, squealed, sniffled, gasped in surprise. So very happy, so heartbroken.
Then there was Battlestar Galactica. It's been off the air too long; I've forgotten what was happening and lost much of the urge to care. The characters are still good and all but I was caught between WTF? and meh - I think RTD got all my OMGYAY!!!
I did enjoy Gaius Baltar, though. I'll give it that.
Edited to add: Oh yes. What's this I hear about half my UK-resident f-list getting snow? You utter, utter, utter, utter, utter bastards. Winter completely bypassed bloody Bournemouth yet again this year - I don't think we had more than a handful of frosty mornings, even. And now fucking summer's kicked in here, complete with sweat rash and self-loathing. I hate you all so much I can't even speak. And if any of you who're having snow live in a Council place, would you consider a swap?
In other news, Torchwood finale and Doctor Who season opener double whammy yay! I cried like a little girl, chortled, snorted, squealed, sniffled, gasped in surprise. So very happy, so heartbroken.
Then there was Battlestar Galactica. It's been off the air too long; I've forgotten what was happening and lost much of the urge to care. The characters are still good and all but I was caught between WTF? and meh - I think RTD got all my OMGYAY!!!
I did enjoy Gaius Baltar, though. I'll give it that.
Edited to add: Oh yes. What's this I hear about half my UK-resident f-list getting snow? You utter, utter, utter, utter, utter bastards. Winter completely bypassed bloody Bournemouth yet again this year - I don't think we had more than a handful of frosty mornings, even. And now fucking summer's kicked in here, complete with sweat rash and self-loathing. I hate you all so much I can't even speak. And if any of you who're having snow live in a Council place, would you consider a swap?