Panic Time
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Woohoo! Kadin is here. I am doing well... and yes, it's Class Night. I just got done being useful, and now I'm sitting down, writing.The kitten is at the far end of this row of computers, writing up a weblog about today - see, today has been his first 'vacation', his day off from slavery. He's been more or less free. *blink* Crisis. Want the grand list? Crisis one - homesickness. Knew he'd hit that, thought it would have hit a good day sooner than it did, however. *shrug* Eh, even I under and overestimate things. Crisis two - burnout. He needed a break from the constant, often painful and frustrating servitude that he's been living in from the moment he dropped to his knees in the terminal of the Portland Greyhound station. Crisis three - taste of the Dark Side. This is the term I use to describe how he has/will react to discovering his dominant side. No, I don't intend to let it build... but I honestly don't have the heart or (much to my dismay) the desire to break him of it. Crisis to come... ahh, this is a list. It includes getting him back IN a collar, since he has to put it on of his own free will... his first meeting with Sieia-To... his first experience with another woman... possibly, his first experience with a man... so many things. Yes, I'm busy. Yes, I'm happy. Yes, I'm stressed... and still trying to find immigration and visa information! Gah. Anyone out there got time to help out a strange femme from Oregon and her loyal pet?
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