I got through the weekend without going insane. I came close on Sunday, but I pulled through. The weather here was more shite, except for the 30 minutes at dusk, where the clouds decided to part, and give us a glimpse of what the day could have been. I'm glad that I usually don't have 'free' weekends (weekends where I'm not travelling, or playing hostess). I've grown accustomed to being somewhat busy on the weekend, and I can't handle being alone.

Did I just write that?

Ack. When did that happen?

Okay, let's disect this a bit. I think maybe it just has more to do with being conditioned, rather than any sort of dependency issue. I must say, I still highly value time on my own. I've always needed to create a sort of bubble for myself where I have full control over the direction, space, and time within it. But I think my shock at my previous statement comes from the fact that, unbeknownst to me, someone has managed to get into my bubble, without disturbing it, or me.

In other news, I've been feeling like a cat in heat, or, as stated in a previous post "hornier than a nine-peckered rabbit at a bowling alley". That first week post-period is always a toughy. I think, as the week wears on.. I might need to be a little naughty.

In the meantime, though, here is an erotic Choose Your Own Adventure!