lesa

I'm feeling very distracted today. Just like a kitten who has yet to experience all the world has to offer, it's easy to turn my head today. Brian will be out tonight, while I'm left to my own devices at home. This could be dangerous. I need better, more exciting ways to spend my alone time on Wednesdays. It seems that each time they've rolled around since he began league nights, the house has needed cleaning, or there have been dishes in the sink, or something has otherwise prevented me from feeling inspired and excited the way I used to when I would anticipate a night alone in the house.

I could potentially do just about anything with the time. I could write, take a long bath, attempt some much needed practice with the new camera, even play around online. But somehow, by the time I make it home after working all day long (well, what little work I actually have to do) I no longer want to sit in one place. All of the things I listed above, save for the photography, would require that I sit still. I'm restless and I'm sex-starved - especially lately since my poor dear has fallen ill - but I don't know how to expend the energy or with whom to spend the time. I guess the fact that I only keep a handful of close personal friends isn't something that lends to a large black book from which to choose my partner in crime when it comes to nights like these. Tonight, curling up with a good book and some exotic tea just doesn't sound like much fun. I'm much more in the mood for something deviant. Like lesbian porn, or public masturbation, or violent sex with a stranger (in my mind, anyway). See what happens when I don't get properly laid regularly?