Good things, yes.

Got buzzed. Got bit. Got homemade strawberry shortcake, and a few minutes of Caleb-time online, and and and... yeah. *soft, wistful smile*

And I think I irritated Darren by screeching when I was bitten. Couldn't help it - Scott was supposed to be covering my mouth but... ehh. Anyway, I have my alter stuff back, and I'm dead tired. I have scratchmarks up and down my back. A nice set of teeth imprints on my throat. More, on my wrists. I have the sort of fuzzy feeling I only get after I've cum so hard and so often that I can't even count how many individual orgasms rushed through me.

No, I didn't get laid. Didn't have sex. Never even took off my clothing.

Just... stress release.

Relief.

Satiated.

And, in an odd way...

...understood.

There's a new knife joining my alter layout tonight. And I will make a promise, a vow, whatever you want to call it: this knife will not be used on anyone I don't intend to kill. I think it's worth that.

I'm gonna sleep well tonight.

It's really great, seeing Grr again - and ooh, Rhibat crawls FORWARD now, not just backward! Much of an improvement.

Tomorrow by this time I may be black-and-blue, I may be sound asleep, I may be soaking in a hot bath or even hopping a plane to California. Tomorrow by this time my muscles may ache less, my back may burn less, and maybe the lump in my throat won't be so decidedly irritating.

Tonight, though, I am content with things as they are.

...and she was...