It’s Wednesday, late afternoon, and I just woke up. I’ve just finished three twelve hour shifts, and went to bed this morning around nine.
I’m on day seven of a pretty restricted diet, and I’m crabby and hungry. I’d like to eat a bowl of sugar now, please.
I will be presenting at the Atlanta Poly Weekend in June, if anyone is going, I want to see your face!
I’m craving a little kink, and there’s nothing to be done about that tonight.
SMF and I have a date on Friday to drive into the mountains to the hot springs. He’s taking CC to a hot spring tonight, and when he told me that, I had a little poke of some kind of feeling! Not jealous. But possessive, or maybe proprietary over having a hot springs date. I’m already thinking of something else we can do instead. I know it’s silly. It is.
I’d like to eat a pepperoni and bacon pizza now, please.