I feel like my head is wrapped in cotton.

Orgasms and cotton, what a combination... wheee!

Slash... check your email.

Grr... miss you. Might not be able to get that far, though. No gas, still.

Confusion reigns.

Daris rocks my world - good boy. VERY good boy. Talked to me a lot.

This is what matters to me: conversation, companionship, and lack of sanity. This is me.

There is a sign on the cage around my soul that reads:

...this is me.