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not just boring and old but sick too!
Wheeeeee! I am now sick to go with the rest. Isn't that fun! Sunday morning hubby woke me and said i have sleep apnea. He'd been watching me not breathe and finally decided he better wake me before I 'not breahted' permanently. He wants me to get my tonsils out. They *are* the size of a oliphant but I will not go gracefully under the knife again. No! I already look like someone tried to do dot to dots on me with a knife. To make a boring story short, I finally concluded that I have yet another sinus infection and the dr kindly gave me some meds.. something with OMNI in the name... how scary does that sound? I am feeling better already though. Next week I have to go get allergy tested. Whee! More fun!
And people wonder why I'd rather write about elves doing naughty things to one another. Its the only fun I get, that and ogling pretty men with my mother. She can claim Mr.Depp but Keanu Reeves is mine! Alllll Mine! Uh yeah...
I am trying to get organized... no one would ever believe that I used to be totally and comletely organized. I cleaned on Monday, ironed on Tuesday, painted on Wednesday (still do that), did all the laundry for the week on Thursday, cleaned and vacuumed on Friday. I read lots of books and watched my watch to see when it was time for my hubby to come home. I was so obsessvie that I had to stop... the consequence being that I never organize anything at all and live my life totally by the seat of my pants. I am not sure which is best and keep wondering if I can find some happy medium somewhere but when I think too hard I make myself get up and go shopping. (that was another obsession...)
Ack! I've gone on and on!
I am trying to do a fetish fic for a fic challenge and find I am just half hearted so far about it. I may not do it at all. I guess I'm not a terrbily fetishy person. No point in it if I were (going to let that statement just lay there). Voyeurism is what I'm thinking I'll do... just waiting for inspiration to strike! Seems these days theres more perspiration in my writing than inspiration... some of the time anyway.
And people wonder why I'd rather write about elves doing naughty things to one another. Its the only fun I get, that and ogling pretty men with my mother. She can claim Mr.Depp but Keanu Reeves is mine! Alllll Mine! Uh yeah...
I am trying to get organized... no one would ever believe that I used to be totally and comletely organized. I cleaned on Monday, ironed on Tuesday, painted on Wednesday (still do that), did all the laundry for the week on Thursday, cleaned and vacuumed on Friday. I read lots of books and watched my watch to see when it was time for my hubby to come home. I was so obsessvie that I had to stop... the consequence being that I never organize anything at all and live my life totally by the seat of my pants. I am not sure which is best and keep wondering if I can find some happy medium somewhere but when I think too hard I make myself get up and go shopping. (that was another obsession...)
Ack! I've gone on and on!
I am trying to do a fetish fic for a fic challenge and find I am just half hearted so far about it. I may not do it at all. I guess I'm not a terrbily fetishy person. No point in it if I were (going to let that statement just lay there). Voyeurism is what I'm thinking I'll do... just waiting for inspiration to strike! Seems these days theres more perspiration in my writing than inspiration... some of the time anyway.