And yes, I am missing my boy.

In other news, I finally got around to re-writing the painfully long letter-to-Tash, and writing back to Mistress K. These are good things. Hopefully these are useful things too, but I can't tell yet. Another.com (my email host) is loading like a bitch. *grumble, pout, whine, complain*

I wish that the kitten's nifty anti-computer aura was NOT in place - I want him online, I wanna talk with the brat. *sigh*

Oh, well... and did I mention it's hot.

*blinks*

Hm. Too much bitching. In a NON-bitch train of thought: D'you have any idea how nice it feels to masturbate with a popsicle when it's this hot? It's wonderful, particularly if you have a very eager Caleb to lick up the sticky-sweetness afterward. *grin* Guess how I'm spending the next half-hour, now that we're back from the doctor?

Incidentally, they have NOT done anything useful for him. They told him to put supports in his shoes and take advil. Whee. Useless doctors.