Title: Mornings Pairing: Michael/Sara Words: 2,145 Rating: PG Summary: Sara likes to sleep in, Michael not so much. AN: This is non-epilogue-compliant. No sadness, only happiness. Fic here
... his body not getting enough wierd nutritional suppliments. lol. proposal: 1 week of taking wierd suppliments. go to bed at 11pm. gym every other day. review performance after such week. plan/procedure: drugs: -mornings: tyrosine, gingko, st john, resveritrol -dinner: men's vitamin, metamuficil -bed: 5htp review: -energy level -zen level -doltyness/clumsiness level -happiness level -other
... strike some kind of a deal.. I'll do all the cleaning if he cooks and makes sure I'm fed every day. I'd much rather clean than cook, haha. It'll be weird having her gone, since I talk to her in the mornings, and I'll have one less person to spoil me... but I'm sure Stef will do a fine job of that on his own ^_^ Well, my tea has gone cold while I have been writing this, so I guess I should take ...
Corner shop. Since switching back to the closing shift, I have definitely had more sucks than I did in the mornings. Still, I would rather deal with this crap than wake up at four am. Three boys, ages from about 8 to 13, came into my shop last night and headed to the candy aisle. The were there for awhile, debating what they could afford and what they could not, so when they finally came up to ...
... me hotter in my already warm apartment? Decisions. I cannot wait until next week. I will have to get up earlier, but at least I won't be changing truly disgusting diapers (ordinarily I do not mind changing diapers, but I had a nasty one today), corralling loud toddlers, wiping food off of faces, doing dishes, or being challenged by my superiors (...probably). At least, in the mornings I won't.
...useful to know. One of the challenges for me will be the time I have to be there--the day starts at five-thirty. A.M. On a Saturday. Usually, I sleep in at least another three hours on Saturday mornings, so this ought to be interesting. If I can just get myself to sleep by, say, nine, on Friday night. Yeah. That ain't gonna happen. Hopefully there will be coffee at breakfast, or I may be sleeping...
...tried asking this question before and recieved vague answers... Imagine you are writing the idiots guide to one night stands. How do you get from the pub to the bed? Talking to the guy is not a problem. Getting a kiss is not a problem. What do you say to get them to come with you? what about ettiquite? do you talk once you reach the house / hotel? Do you hang around for coffee in the mornings?
life has been crazy. i'm still loving working at the Lacey library as a children's librarian. There are twists and turns that occasionally frustrate, and insane stuff is happening with the levy failing, but overall it definitely feels like where i'm supposed to be. I get to be an approachable know-it-all and influence the upcoming generations, and we all know that's what I want to do with my ...
I've been having a little trouble getting to sleep lately, well, since I cut down drinking during the week. Man, no trouble last night. I think it was the skating in the park, but I fell right to sleep and didn't move all night. Let's hear it for activity. Because I couldn't get up this morning, I was again a bit later to work than I'd like. The benefit of this being no colleagues on the tube, ...
... that would be born screaming; soft and warm like smoothe dough, gums clammoring and pink. burried out back, her bones would grow a field of forget-me-nots, hundreds of tiny mouths that opened to the sun like baby birds wild, and angry with blame. on quiet mornings she would feed each one of them a single tear and a slice of bread. at night she would ride him - an open sea, an ocean of regret.
