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Sore throat has turned into a nasal/sinus congestion double whammy today. Don't feel bad like I did yesterday, just snuffly and plugged. Made for a rough ride to work singing in the car.

Last night was weird. Finished reading a selfharm fic and it left me a little weirded out. I've never done anything like that (other than punching walls and stuff) but I've thought about it. Puts you in a funny place mentally. Played a little acoustic guitar and tried to balance myself out.

Went to bed, same old. Was woken up pleasantly at 2:30 or so. Was just like old times, there was something there this time other than skin on skin. Was nice and I actually slept really well for a change. Even the half way leg cramp didn't stop the old man this time. Took a break, had a smoke, and he got right back to it. Usually that would have been it for the month. Felt good so I slept in an extra half hour and brought my brekky with me to work. Just dry cereal, but I needed the extra sleep. Been so sleep deprived lately. Staying up too late messing about with the audio tracks.

Acid looks to be a good program, though. Still working around in it, setting up virtual chains/auxes and piddling about. Need to find a good visulization program. There's a lot of hall noise I need to remove.

Sniffling in my cinnamon sugar cereal. Oh dear. Man, I'm a soppy mess today. Between being sick-ish, that f***ed up story last night, and the unexpected intimacy I don't know where I am.

Eww Gross Incident at Grocery Shop

I used my lunch break to go down the shops and buy some beer at the P&C.

Got two packs of Marlboro Reds and a cart of various beers.

I was pushing the cart out to the car and some grossly obese not well kept man leans out of the (passenger) window of his beat up Jeep and leers, "Where are you goin'?"

Granted I am probably better to look at than I think I am. I am top heavy with a little bottom, fairly tall, and the fitted shirt accents things well. Pushing a full cart of beer on a nice sunny day I was probably this guys best dream come true.

How come none of the cute guys ever notice me? It's always the yucky ones. I don't mind that they're old, even, but for god's sake put the fork down and take a shower!

Yes, you can be impoverished at at least look presentable and well groomed.

He honked his car horn at me too as I sped out of the car park.

Ewwww... I want to go home.

Writing Fustration

AArrgh!  I'm going to kill my husband!

I have been writing along nicely for two hours on a new story.  Things are going nicely.  My chair has a giant wet spot.  It's slash disguised as het (sounds strange, but it's working for the situation).  Original fic, not HP verse either.  Hot hot hot, well at least in my little head.  I get them right to the point of acutal intercourse after three pages of a good blowjob and my husband comes home.

AAAAAAAARrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHH!!!!!! 

Nooooo!!!  Coitus Interruptus!  It's worse than if it were really me getting bonked and interrupted!  Now I've not only got myself flustered and fustrated; but my two lovely pretty characters are sitting (literally) in limbo!  Just get back to it and fuck him already.  Well actually, you'll be fucking yourself, you pushy bottom.  Dan's asleep through all this and thinks he's dreaming.

Oh the dreams tonight will be fun, let me tell you.  Hopefully I won't flail around too much.