So I was supposed to update the other day, which night would it have been? perhaps Tuesday night, the night I attempted an early to bed night.
It didn’t work. At all.
Rather…
I pulled out toys, wanked myself stupid for a little over an hour, was still not so exhausted after an hour, had a break and went straight back into it again. Decent indeed, I was a little noisy, perhaps just a little more self-conscious due to the early hour, peeps would still be awake. Or I’d be keeping them awake. Joy.
No funny looks from the neighbors the next day, then again I haven’t seen my neighbors to be receiving any funny looks, perhaps I’ve scared them all away?
perhaps, perhaps, perhaps…
other news, the boy leaves possibly as soon as 3 weeks away. I’m anxious. Scared a little. This is gonna hurt, regardless. This is gonna hurt a lot. FUCK!
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