were that I'd dreamed of appletinis rather than hellish redemption
Despite ick and sick and stress on my part, there will be a martini night this Thursday. It shall be the last of the season, til, oh, January 4th or so. We're looking at 8:30 pm tomorrow night... I may need to wrangle a ride from campus around 8 pm as I'll have been proctoring a final exam and delivering a final paper til 8-ish, in theory. In case this stuff remains up in the air, that's what cell phone are for!
RSVP, my pretties, that I may call the Scholar's Inn and let them know how many of us to expect.
Now: trying to shake weird dreams and sore throat and get my work on...
RSVP, my pretties, that I may call the Scholar's Inn and let them know how many of us to expect.
Now: trying to shake weird dreams and sore throat and get my work on...