Hey there, hope that your day is going well. I had a bit of a rough night. It started with me writing (of course) and I set an alarm on my phone, so I knew when to take a pill. I accomplished that task. Then I set a 2nd alarm so that I would know when quitting time was. I had a bunch of things to do before bed. Mora knew and she tried to help me, but I wouldn’t have it. She kept up, finally I looked at the clock and panic set in. Then I ran around scrambling, do this, do that, go do this. Forgot I needed to shave, it was just a huge race. Then the trash was full, take that bag out, put in a new bag. Then Mora & Rudy wanted their cat nip.
I was exhausted. I watched some porn and had some good fun, figuring that would for sure wipe me out and I would sleep. Nope wide awake. I watched some TV; I passed out without warning and woke up. That’s my clue, I got in bed and then my brain just started. I couldn’t turn it off. I kept thinking about writing, I wanted to change this, change that. I denied myself from doing anything. I got up took one more sleeping pill, waited a bit and that finally did the trick but my mind was still racing. I tried to sleep and magically I passed out. I don’t remember it.
I knew this morning would really suck because it was midnight when I got to bed. Getting up in 6 hours yeah who wants to do that. I forced myself, it was a bit of a struggle but my buddy Rudy made his famous morning biscuits and that did the trick.
My brain was back in the on mode, thinking of writing stuff as I tried to get ready. I managed to leave at a decent time. Then driving I think I hear the strange sound again. Finally, I said to hell with it. I turned up the music and just thought about my drive. Both GPS systems took me the same route – they don’t ever agree in the morning with which way to go. Coming home it’s always the same. Very strange.
I parked and got out, then the humidity smacked me in the face. Holy cow, now I see why it’s great to work from home. It sucks out there and that was 7:20am. It’s going to be much worse when I leave. Today is one of those days where I will for sure miss remote start. Sitting on hot leather is not fun, even with clothes on. I’m glad the seats are ventilated so I get cool air in the summer and warm air in the winter. The heat works much better than the cooling but when I first got this, they were equal. I think I need some refrigerant and then things will be back to normal. The AC works it’s just not as robust in the seat as what it was when it was new.
I’m proud of the accomplishments I have made today. I look forward, as always to going home and seeing Rudy & Mora. Spending what I hope is a nice evening together. We seem to have a routine and they try their very best to keep me on track. I don’t want to pass out cat nip every night. Mora cries and carries on until I give it to her. Rudy is right by her side cheering her on. When I drop the first bit, who ever gets to it is in heaven. The other one is trying to pry their way in and steal what they can, meanwhile I am getting ready to make a second drop, then they both are happy. If I sat Cat Nip that’s enough to get them excited, then grab the jar and open the lid, that’s when the real fun starts. They can smell it and if I’d let them, they would empty the whole jar. I just grab a pinch for each of them. I know too much and Rudy will start coughing and Morea can get sick.
Nothing makes me happier than to know that I have pleased both of them. I often wonder if they think about when I am going to give them up, since they have been bounced around so much. That’s kind of what helped to compel me to step in. I knew that I could make that cycle stop. I do have thoughts of wanting to give them back but I know it would cause serious psychological damage to me and I know it would hurt them too. They are my reason to live, they know how to evoke every emotion possible from me. While they can’t talk, I’m learning their body language and signs, so in effect they are talking sort of. I really wish that cats, dogs and other animals spoke English or a native spoken language where we could carry on an intelligent conversation.
Not to dangle a carrot at you but I am also pleased with myself that I found this whole writing thing and dreaming up fantasies and desires to play out on paper, I am quite frustrated with the fact that it doesn’t seem to have an off switch. Like other interest I have. I can only watch so much TV, see so much porn, drive for so long, eat so much and sleep for so long. I get bored or desire a change. Writing however isn’t that way. I’m thinking about it in some form or fashion throughout the day. It’s become like a drug.
The good news is that my handwriting is getting better. The disposable fountain pens just glide like a rollerball across the paper, it’s like velvet of sorts. Quite an enjoyable experience. There is also no mess and they don’t skip like a traditional fountain pen.
I digress, back on point. I know that my personality has an addictive side. That’s why I don’t gamble. I could sit in front of a slot machine and feed it money until I was bankrupt, then borrow money and spend that as well. I don’t like liquor and I am quite thankful for that because I am positive, I’d be an alcoholic. I’ve had some minor and brief thoughts about trying drugs or smoking but the whole idea just turns my stomach. I lived through first hand experience and saw how drugs can literally change a person and tear them apart, it destroys people they are around as well as relationships, that’s the main foundation for my aversion to them. Sex has always been a huge turn on ever since I figured out what it was, what to do, how to do it and who I want to do it with.
I think my new found obsession is fun. It makes me happy; I don’t care about much of anything. I can easily skip TV and social media. I get pop ups on my phone from the apps, come take a look – I’ve only seen them when I was sick with COVID and didn’t browse for days. Social media is a drug, but I can take it and then leave it. I can’t skip the cats because they get in my fact and make me pay attention to them. While I am pleased, I just want to find a way to write and then turn it off. Not think about it, not want to do it and resume life as normal. I’ve written some stories in the past and it was fun but now I am incorporating guys I’ve had crushes on, guys that I know are straight and guys I know that I will ever have a remote chance with. That is where the thrill comes from. These aren’t just made-up characters, that’s what gives me my passion and drive. I feel like Marvin (one of my many late cats) must have, when we figured out, he was allergic to a particular medication. After the first dose kicked in, he just had to keep going, and going, can’t sit still, must move, have to move, moving is life. Until eventually he’s collapsed from exhaustion. It was like speed and the vet said he’s allergic, throw it away and never ever give it to him again. Oddly enough it was supposed to calm and sedate him. We did that and the drug wore off, he came back to normal and life went on.
My fear or what causes me some concern is, well I only have so many guys I can write about. What happens when I run out of them and all of the stories are written? Will I fall completely apart? Will I be lost? I won’t know for certain until I get to that point in time. Last night the idea hit me, write about porn stars that you like, that sounds like fun but normal average guys that I know or know of seems more my speed. Being addicted to writing, even if it’s sexual fantasy or erotica isn’t a bad thing. Not being able to turn it off and only wanting to do just that is a bad thing. Especially when it interferes with work or life. It’s fun turning myself on thinking up the ideas and it’s also super-hot! I hope that I can find a way to flip a switch and turn it off. I need to sleep, I need to concentrate when I am at work, that’s why coming in today was so critical. Changing my environment helps. I knocked out work that I put off yesterday this morning. I am at a huge lull in my day and its lunch time. Blogging is enjoyable to me as well but it’s got an off switch.
Speaking of which that is a great segway to wrap up this post. Time for lunch and I am eager to get to eating. Got some pre-made sandwich from the store with “pizza cheeses” on it and it just sounds good, despite the fact that I will probably finish off the left-over pizza tonight for supper. I’m a cheese lover for sure. Take care, stay cool, hydrate and try to keep out of trouble. I will try to do the same thing, but no promises. Talk with you all again soon. Thanks for stopping by!