the sleep and i, again we are fighting. i don’t know what the problem is. i did everything that would have kept me up. talked to the TTHM, got a lot of work done, masturbated and still my eyes, they won’t shut.
i’d make tomorrow the day of no diet cokes, but that’s just not gonna happen. i’ve got a grande meeting about the next book i have to edit. this meeting it will require copious amounts of diet coke, maybe even some real coffee.
my mission, should sleep choose to accept it, is to close my eyes and keep them closed before say 1:30. if this happens, i’ll get 1.5 hours more sleep than i did last night. this could be a good thing, right?
in other news, i still need that story idea for class. you knwo the story that will make beautiful robert fall in love with me. yeah. get on that, would you?
Hey, I have a bruise on my left knee, too, except it’s not so mysterious. I had a bike mishap last week. Maybe there’s a strange physio/psychological link – it’s growing, and soon mysterious bruises will be popping up on left knees all over the world. Except the amputees, of course. Instead of bruises, they’ll receive untold powers.
Could be a story idea, no? Of course, Robert might decide to stay far, far away from you if you turn in something like that.
masturbated???…
“and suddenly his ears perked up, whirling his head around towards the sound, reminescent of a guided missile homing in on its prey with shrewd accuracy of a falcon in a controlled death dive.”
i have an ex-girlfriend(a physical therapist interestingly enough) that once pulled a muscle in her calf after what must have been a very strong climax…..unfortunately it was self induced….
i hate admitting that…