I Survived Another Day
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I just spent the last 2.5 hours, vibrator in hand, doing my level best to cum. Failing miserably.

See, I'd just taken vicodin.

And I seem to be completely unable to cum while I'm opiated.

ARGH.

It's 7:30 in the morning and I'm not asleep and I WANT to be asleep. I want to have an orgasm, curl up, and fall asleep.

Gah.

Gonna take another round of vicodin, since hey, it's not like I NEED to cum today, really... gonna get some grapefruit juice, an anti-nausia thingie, and drink down... then I'm headed back upstairs to try to get some SLEEP.

My hand is all numb and tingly from holding the vibrator and rubbing for that damned long.

There's gingerbread out in the kitchen, with bits of candied ginger baked into it on top. There's a fireplace that's still warm. Bathtub. Playstation II. Ice cream. Bed. But here's me, computering, when I should be anywhere BUT here. I should be asleep right now. I will be soon.

Right now, my boy is asleep. I'm watching him. Watching. Thinking. I'm not... not angry. Just plotting.

*slight smile*

Sleep. Must sleep.

Sleep is good.

So tired... so very tired... tomorrow/today/whatever is Mike's party at The Frat, the 'official' Hallowe'en bash around here. Eamon and Candice want to go, I kind of want to go, but gods, I was masturbating in hopes of helping pain, the pain is still here, and FUCK if it keeps up, I'm not leaving the house.

Geh.

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