Aftermath...

Most of you are actually vaguely used to me keeping the weirdest hours on the planet, but, unfortunately for me, I'm not used to it anymore. Luckily, once the bookseller showed up, we hit the bar. Two vodka red bulls later, I was actually pretty awake. OK, kinda awake. Awake enough to beat her at pool anyways. We got home about ten or eleven, and actually fell asleep around two.

I know that I'm a sex addict, but sometimes it's just a specific type of sex. In this case, that would be violent, crazed, rough sex. Details would require pictures. Recovery would require skin grafts. It always cracks me up that she continues to be surprised that I can not only handle sex that rough, but that I crave it. Apparently she has to attempt to behave herself with other men because they can't take it... pussies. The other thing that cracks me up is that we can spend all evening hanging out together and not touch each other or anything. We both know what we're going to be doing later, but it has no part in most of our time together. We're all friendly, nice, and a little standoffish physically up until we get started, and then we tear each other apart. Whatever, the sex is good.

On other fronts, the new girl at work is cute, but way wrong for me. I know this never stops me, but still. As for work, there are currently six or so good lookin older women in the lobby. Oh, and I'm falling asleep. Yeah, I didn't sleep last night because I'm an idiot. Also, by the time I was finally tired I would never have made it to work on time if I had gone to sleep then. So, yay, I get a 28+ hour day, again. I really wish I could figure out how I manage to live like this. Seriously, I think I died a long time ago, but I've been having too much fun to let go. There's really no other way to explain how I manage to live off of what I eat, how little sleep I get, and how much I drink, smoke and fuck. By the way, there's a song that the only real lines are "I drink. I smoke. I fuck." It's actually a pretty cool song, not to mention pretty well laying out my life. Along with "Jesus Doesn't Love You Anymore" and "I'm a Bad, Bad Man" I think I'm pretty much covered. I didn't even need Emo rock to do it either.

Either way, I think it's time to pass out standing up.