Morning Chatter (that makes little sense)

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So y’all know I’m a housemouse, right?

Being a housemouse, I have no real set bed time or wake up time.  I get up every morning to wake up the Teen but he’s way old enough to shower on his own and get off to school without me having to stay awake — and so I don’t.  I scamper back to bed as soon as I know he’s out of his and I generally sleep until around nine.  Sometimes later.

I’m not a morning person.  Waking up is the hardest thing I do all day.  And my head spins around like something out of The Exorcist if you even look at me sideways before I’ve had coffee.

So getting out of bed at seven a.m. this morning has me feeling all weird.  It’s only nine o’clock and I’m on my second 16oz of coffee. (Starbucks Costa Rica Tarrazu, btw.  It’s fab)  I’ve already taken care of a couple things on my to do list and I’m half packed for my weekend of AAA bitching.  (Well, I threw some books in a bag, anyhow. I’m way more concerned about being bored than having clothes.  I may toss in some clean undies and a toothbrush but, yanno, it’s not like packing for a day and a half is difficult or requires a whole lot of…  stuff)

Part of me wishes I were more of a morning person.  It’s strangely nice to have so much done and not be looking at almost noon on the clock.  At the same time, I love my late nights.  I always have.  That dark, quiet time around 3 a.m. has always appealed to me on visceral level.  And you can’t have it both ways.  Getting up early doesn’t work when you’ve stayed up late.  (Unless you’re one of those freaks who can live on three hours sleep every day.  Mad respect if you are but, fuck me, I’m not sure how you do it.)

Anyhow…

I’m babbling.

I’m sort of all over the place with my thoughts this morning.  Not looking forward to the weekend.  Sort of pondering the whole Prop 8 / gay marriage thing (I even started a poll about it this morning on the EF forums, which you should totally go anwer cuz I’m curious what D/s and M/s type folks feel since many are very “traditional”) and I’m also losing real focus because I’m considering a marathon masturbation session spurred on by memories of some rockin’, crazy sex we had over here the other day.

You’d think, since I review so many toys, that we’d use a lot of them during actual sex, right?  We really don’t.  Occasionally we’ll pull stuff out and we’ll often try it once just for the review but it’s not a regular thing, yanno?  So the other day, Taylor pulled out the damned bullet I reviewed a couple weeks ago and we used it during sex and it was so good I can’t stop thinking about it.  This bullet is fairly magical.  Way better than I’d initially thought when I reviewed it.  The patterns/escalations it has are…  sweet leapin’ jesus…  unfuckingbelievable when you have a dick in you, too.  I wanted to have sex all day.  Never stop.

So, yeah.  Now I want to didlo (in case you forgot, didlo a new made up word, courtesy of someone on Twitter, that I’m using to mean diddle with a didlo. Heh) myself into a stupor just thinking about it.  And I probably should, considering what the weekend has in store.

Right?  Right.

In a minute.

First I’m gonna get some more real stuff done so I can didlo, shower and be set to go this afternoon.

Hope y’all have a really great weekend.  Think of me and feel much pity as you have fun, k?

xoxo