Is it hot in here, or is it...
I have one light on, over my work area. Except for the hall light, and one light on in my friend’s office, the entire building is dark.
It’s nice in that sorta-sleepy/sorta-creepy way.
I managed to elude Crazy Night Computer Guy, which is good, because I’m hangin’ my tatas out to dry this morning…not totally nekked, just in a low-cut, loftily-perched sort of strappy tank top way underneath my hoodie.
I get hot easily.
I AM hot easily.
I just fetched my second…or maybe third?...cup of caffeinated coffee, which I will surely regret as soon as it kicks in and my brain forks over the admission ticket for Space Mountain and starts screaming and holding its hands up in the very front car as we ascend and then slip down at crazy speeds and...AAAGHHHHH!…click…and the instant camera takes a photo that costs $10 at the egress. Then I collapse.
I thought about posting today with a list of Embarrassing Things I Have Done.
But then I realized I haven’t done enough of them. And not embarrassing enough.
I thought about posting something “funny”, as in ha-ha.
But I left that part of my brain at home, in bed, and it’s currently hogging the covers and farting under the sheet and elbowing Sergei in the ribs and chanting alternate endings for "There once was a man from Nantucket...."
I thought about doing a “linky” post.
But really, I don’t have that much energy.
An update to my Fantasy Boyfriend list?
Uhhh…I’m right in the middle of a few fantasies and can’t interrupt the ‘hot actor on an empty soundstage’ line of mental self-stimulation.
Lots we've been having.
Something on the roof right above my head, something heavy and metallic, just crashed down. It’s probably just a vent, opening and closing in the frigid breeze. Or maybe an animal seeking shelter.
Or…perhaps…a piece of Space Junk crashing to earth.
Let’s put an end to this pointless post, shall we?
I’ll be sitting here gradually getting high, getting hot, getting HOT, getting….