Official CS blanket fort

[Eisa]

*hugs Mishi* Oh, they are...I just miss him, dang it. All my roomies have bfs...and the farthest away one of them is like...less than 2 hours. My honey's 3000 miles away. So...it sucketh.

[lupo pazzesco]

so...who's got chocolate anything??

It's that time, people. Gimme chocolate and keep the Y chromosomes away. And where did that heating pad go. I hurt.

[KiaKat]

*hands over the Secret PMS Basket of Goodies*

Heating pad, chocolate, chocolate, chocolate, chocolate-covered prezels, cheez-its, chocolate, painkillers, fuzzy blanket, fuzzy cat, fuzzy bunny, fuzzy guinea pig, and an airhorn to keep the Y-chromosome-types away.

Does that help?

[BookstoreEscapee]

I have a bag of Hershey's milk chocolate chips sitting next to me on the couch here.

[lupo pazzesco]

chocolate pretzels? WHERE!?!?!?

*CRAVES chocolate and salt during this time, and the combination is awesome*


Oooh, fuzzies and heat. Happy place.

*offers to share her hazelnut dolce tea, now that she's in a better mood*

[BookstoreEscapee]

Ooh, I have chocolate covered pretzels...100 calorie packs.

[KiaKat]

It's funny, I don't tend to crave salt. But I also tend to have a *really* bad reaction to salt. Lots of bloating, edema, etc.

I still keep it in the PMS Basket, though.

I really need to refill that thing soon. All my supplies are getting low.

[lupo pazzesco]

urg, if that were how I'd react, I don't know that I'd crave it either...

Still, there were pretzel M&Ms at work and they were mocking me ALLL day because I didn't have any money to buy some, and I wanted them SO badly. Evil candies!!!

[KiaKat]

All candy is evil. It's Satan's #1 seller.

[Eisa]

I just end up craving junk food. Lots and lots of junk food. Like...in one day, I could eat like...pizza and chocolate and a bagel and a cheeseburger and cookies and soda pop and ice cream and...

[Ree]

It's now almost 1 am, and I have had exactly 0 sleep because, since my head touched my pillow, all I have done is cough.

I need comfort food and other treats.

[XCashier]

: offers Ree a nice cup of hot cocoa, with her choice of whipped cream or marshmallows:

[AdminAssistant]

I called my Sis this afternoon to check on Mom's condition (I got to talk to Mom, but that lady is on morphiiinneeee). Mom's doing well, she might get to go home tomorrow, but hopefully she'll at least get a regular room.

That was the good news. Then Sis said, "Oh, and Dad had a wreck today..." JESUS CHRIST ON A POGO STICK! *sigh* He's fine, just banged up, and got sent home with a bunch of pain pills. I have no idea really what happened or what condition his truck is in. He does have another truck, and my sister begged him not to drive anywhere tomorrow. For, you see, my father is an alcoholic and a pill addict and I wouldn't doubt that he'll have taken all those pills (15) plus whatever else he could get his hands on by morning...and then try to go out for a drive. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he was drunk when he had the wreck.

Also, he apparently tried to talk Mom out of going to the ER. Y'know, when she was BLEEDING FROM HER KIDNEYS. Gah. Jerk. It's a wonder he can even get car insurance anymore with as many times as he's done something like this (run off the road into a ditch...or a tree...).

Can I just go ahead and commit them to a home so I don't have to worry about them anymore?

[Mishi]

Unholy flying monkeys! Yes, yes, a thousand times yes! Just tell them it's an extra long holiday and hope for the best *hugs admin assistant*

[Kaylyn]

*dives under the thickest pile of blankets*

I killed an owl last night at work. He flew right into my windshield and bounced over to my side mirror, where he kinda...stuck...until I slowed down and turned into the drive. And whenever I kill an owl...Very Bad Things tend to happen. Usually a nasty injury. Once I walked into a plate glass window and wound up with a fat lip and a fractured nose. It's a bad omen for me, the only one that really scares me. So I'm just gonna hide under here for 24 hours, okay?