The equation in the subject line explains pretty much it all, though my dissappointment probably doesn’t come through quite so well. Oh, well. I was looking for a good romp in the sack with my hubby tonight, post the Trinala show on SL, but as he’s currently puking from King Bacardi Select, I don’t think that’s going to happen. Oh, well. God knows I’ve got cigarettes, right? And I can stay up trying to figure out why the code on the Bipolar forum broke when we tried to reapply the chat room module to it. So I guess I have distraction . . . and distraction is always good when you were expecting sex and then find out you’re not going to get it.
About the stitches . . . Last night I tried not to use the running boards on my Explorer to get into it. Bad idea. I ended up hurting the soft tissue on my left ass cheek and on my left deltoid on down a bit and cutting open a half inch deep by half inch wide gap into my knee. Now, I could’ve gone to the hospital and had them stitch it up, but I’m a certified First Responder, which means I know how to at least stitch people up. So I did it myself at home, after we went out for dinner at China Cafe. I didn’t yelp or scream like I thought I might. I whimpered on the first one, but after that I was conversationally keeping my former Army Medic husband informed of my progress in a casual tone. When I was done he said I’d done a great job and that I was truly hardcore.
Right now I don’t feel so damn hardcore. He’s puking and since the toilet backed up – AGAIN - while he was puking, guess who got to clean up the mess? And he’s still puking. He said he’d let me know when he’s done so I can go back to plunging the night away.
And then I think I’ll just stay up and code away my dissappointment and frustration. Why not? I’ve got enough cigarettes to hold me until morning when I can go get more. So . . .
I hear snoring coming from the bathroom. So, he’s definitely done puking and while I’ve tried to get him to drink water, he wouldn’t listen to me on that. So he’ll have a head splitting headache in the morning. And if I leave him in the bathroom, asleep atop the toilet . . . Nah, I can’t do that. I’d better wake his ass up and get him to bed. Even if I can’t sleep, why should I keep him out of bed and let him sleep on top of the porcelain king until he wakes up for himself and stumbles into bed, where I won’t be.
And we were talking about having such fun, too. I really can’t express my dissappointment in all this.
You know, and after something that was said by him about another SL user and how good she gave blow jobs, I feel really low on the totem poll. I’m wondering what my incentive is. For anything.
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