Sometimes things just go wrong because there's no wind in the sail, and blowing on the sail doesn't work for long.
Picking her up and screwing her brains out, because that's what she wants, it works for a bit but the effort is never repaid if there's no wind in the sail.
Then she's like an anchor, and even if the wind were to pick up you'd be tied down. Confortable because there's not going to be any storm damage, but frustrated.
Bad vibes are as contagious as good, everyone knows that. I've got bad vibes today, but hopefully not contagious by words.
I'm tired, I let her come over and stay the night. But really I needed a rest. Lack of sleep is attrocious.
Radio 4 yesterday some knob on a story talking about sleep as a waste of time. There is nothing more precious than sleep when time is racing along during consciousness, sleep comes and relieves me from it's tyranny. Waste of time is perceiving time at all. Life isn't along a timeline, it just is.
