ferretbite

I'm carrying around this thing called a Holter monitor since last night. My initial test came out great, this one's additional. A blood sample was also taken. But we're all pretty optimistic about it. Unless my blood says otherwise, it's all good. Well, as good as can be, considering my size... The part I hate is I can't take a gorram bath. I like taking baths. I hate not taking them. I felt pretty miserable because of this.

Then I stepped into a thread that, as I told the beautiful Jaylin, felt like that part of Patrick Sskind's book Perfume where everyone in Grasse gets naked and they all have sex. Click on the image below to be magically transported to the madness.



For additional impact, listen to this as you read:



Another update will probably come later, as I have stuff in my brain that wants out. If you participated in the thread and want to use that image, by all means, do it.