Whoever Said It Was Easy

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There was enough mail and I had enough claims and back work that I gave some of the coverage mail to Lynelle. She's been offering/asking for it since the start of vacation season, and if I wasn't taking Friday off, I still wouldn't have needed it, but I did it. I also seem to be backsliding a little into my illness, which is entirely unacceptable. I took all the vitamins, drank all the water, managed to work out in my office and get ahead on work enough that I won't be slogged when I get back next week. Actually, I got into such a frenzy that I got a little lost and ended up doing some claims that didn't need coverage. My stomach was *really* angry with me in the morning, though, and I worried about the shoot.

Leaving work, I got halfway to my car before I realized I'd forgotten the modeling contracts. Tempted to just go home and ask Dave to print them, but I couldn't remember *where* I'd forgotten them, and as much as I don't think my work would care, I really don't want to test that theory. I had plenty of time when I got home, but decided not to risk a deep clean. Watched Sam Bridle get edged while I waited for Jay to get off work. I am so fascinated by guys like him, like Seth, like any number of other absurdly genetically blessed people who don't manage to do much in the industry.

The shoot itself was a bit awkward - the masks took longer to modify than I'd thought, and even once modified, didn't really stay up. We keep learning. That being said, Jay was the *perfect* choice for Deadpool. He knew the lines, stayed in character. Did much better than me, really. I pride myself on being able to take pretty much anything, but for some reason, when he got me in piledriver, it was straight up murdering my guts. My cumshot was plentiful, but not very good distance. Fuck. We almost fucked again after, but instead I gave him a drink, and Dave eventually took him to the gayborhood to go out for the night.

Jay is a great scene partner, if just a bit rough,and (usually) a really nice guy. I can't help but get the feeling there's a little bit of overcompensation for a bit of squandered potential, though. We needed a dustpan to collect all the names he dropped, and for every topic of conversation, he interrupted with some accomplishment of his on the topic. I love Penelope, but I'm not sure I really want her in the room with me all the time.

Matt messaged me with one of my favorite gifs, but didn't reply when I messaged him back. Some of that Spidey Sense must have lingered, because I got the feeling he was with Mitch. It was a weird experience, because the last messages from our FB conversations were from before we started fucking regularly. Full of flirtation and affection.

I chatted with a couple boys on Scruff, but only had the energy to fuck a regular, and I couldn't think of any. Got into my toy chest instead, double barreled the poppers, got a little too ambitious, and ended up sore.