Superlative day
What with one thing and another, I am getting either no sleep, or sleeping like a zombie at the stupidest times, so that this afternoon's pet food delivery woke me, and I had to scurry to put my teeth in while the nice blonde who brings me dead mice and green tripe languished on the doorstep. Then after she left, I put my hand to my neck and felt... something. I looked in the mirror and found myself covered with dried melted chocolate from chin to clavicle. It was only one small piece that had escaped from my bedtime nibble stash, but oh, how it had spread. I looked like I'd been mud wrestling. That would be an immensely fun thing to do with... never mind.
I'm getting past my slump. You can tell because I am posting, I am no longer invisible on AIM, I hoovered last night (actually, at 10am this morning, but I hadn't gone to bed yet) and I am horny almost past the point of endurance. Unfortunately, the yeast infection that I only just got shot of has joined forces with The Athlete's Foot That Wouldn't Die and attacked me with tinea cruris. It's minor. It's treatable. It's responding to antifungal cream and tea tree oil. But I still feel like Typhoid Mary and the itch has to be felt to be believed. I don't normally scratch my crotch maniacally in public, but it's actually impossible not to.
This, too, shall pass. Soon. Please.
I'm getting past my slump. You can tell because I am posting, I am no longer invisible on AIM, I hoovered last night (actually, at 10am this morning, but I hadn't gone to bed yet) and I am horny almost past the point of endurance. Unfortunately, the yeast infection that I only just got shot of has joined forces with The Athlete's Foot That Wouldn't Die and attacked me with tinea cruris. It's minor. It's treatable. It's responding to antifungal cream and tea tree oil. But I still feel like Typhoid Mary and the itch has to be felt to be believed. I don't normally scratch my crotch maniacally in public, but it's actually impossible not to.
This, too, shall pass. Soon. Please.