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thepnutgalleryWednesday - Read an upsetting post from Jess on LJ, but didn't bother to respond because I figured that everyone would jump all over it. I was going to go to the gym on the way home, but I took the wrong route. I know I still could have, but just like making me walk 20 seconds to get to the prescribed workout area at work, instead of dropping at my desk, is too much, so is driving the long way 'round. Ate everything when I got home. A slice of bread, two things of tvp, and the last of my oatmeal. Just as I was making my last bowl, Anthony called my cell, aghast at the post from earlier. I started writing my response, but didn't finish before Ken got home. He made us a Mexican-ish dinner. Tofu scramble, toasted lavash bread, green chile salsa, and guac mixed with tofutti cream cheese. He mentioned that he's just trying to use stuff up - the guac I'm glad he used, but it's not like the unopened stuff was in any danger of expiring. It was all quite yummy, at any rate. I did dishes, we watched Voyager, and then I posted my response to the LJ thin. I also started to feel guilty about having eaten so much. Stopped at Whole Foods for oatmeal, then went down to Frog's. BARELY made it to 30 min. - 540 calories, then did curls with the 15lbs., shoulders and chest with everything else. Showered there, though I meant to wash my hair at home. Got a happy text from The Boy, as well as props from other LJ folk. I tried to be as nice as I could in my response, but that may not have worked as well as hoped. Ken was already in bed, but I wanted to respond to the response. I had sort of hoped for sex, since this was officially one week since our last time, but didn't even bother getting cleaned up. We snuggled, but that was it. I got up once to pee, and once to beat off. Sleeping Ken woke up with a start both times.
Thursday - Meant to do crunches at work. Meant to do a lot of things. Fought a tremendous headache and growing fatigue all day. Ken thinks it might be anemia...got home and did not eat everything in sight. Ken got home and turned on the TV, wondered at what he might want for dinner. He had a TJ's Kung Pao, I made a batch of oatmedough using some of the open cream cheese. Just kind of waited for him to leave for poker after that, so I could eat more dough. Had lots and LOTS of dough, and a couple bowls of TVP (to use up the opened guac), and a lettuce sammich and another couple slices of bread. Paul called, as he was in the area. I begged a headache, which was certainly true. We still chatted for a few hours. He bought a bunch of groceries, and kept talking about how he didn't want to walk home. I did not give him a ride. Bourbon St. was having a promotion with SDpix for free memberships (normally $10) between 10-10:30. I had planned to go down, but at 10, decided laying on the bed keeping my head from exploding was a better idea. Roommate Anthony mentioned that Alexis was there, and did I want to walk down to Bourbon with them. Oh, alright. Alexis was a little tipsy, and a little touchy (feely), but that's okay. I was surprised to see Ken walking up as we were walking out, since he and Brandon were supposed to go straight from poker to Thin to see Green Velvet. Bourbon was quiet - we worried that we were too late, since it was 10:30 when we got there, and 10:40 before we asked anyone about the memberships, but they were running later than we were. I met a gent named Ruben, who was drunk as a skunk, and hitting on me. He did the "Hey, I need to pee. Come with me. Oh, look, my dick"- thing, and we kissed in the bathroom. Outside, they were gearing up for the wet underwear contest. He positioned me in front of him, and put my hand on his package....I'd been thinking how uncomfortable I was for the past 20 min or so, and then rememberd The Boy's response to Jess, where he talked about being a "grown-ass man". Came to the conclusion that I am also a grown-ass man, and if somethings making me uncomfortable, why not just leave? Left the bar, ate a couple more pieces of bread, beat off and laid down. The tension in my neck and shoulders could have saved a burning bus-load of nuns, or leaped buildings, or helped Greenpeace or something, but instead chose to crush my head like a walnut. I was still awake when Ken got home, and he told me what a great time they had. He seemed a little disturbed by my Ruben encounter, but we hooked ankles, and I eventually got to sleep.
Thursday - Meant to do crunches at work. Meant to do a lot of things. Fought a tremendous headache and growing fatigue all day. Ken thinks it might be anemia...got home and did not eat everything in sight. Ken got home and turned on the TV, wondered at what he might want for dinner. He had a TJ's Kung Pao, I made a batch of oatmedough using some of the open cream cheese. Just kind of waited for him to leave for poker after that, so I could eat more dough. Had lots and LOTS of dough, and a couple bowls of TVP (to use up the opened guac), and a lettuce sammich and another couple slices of bread. Paul called, as he was in the area. I begged a headache, which was certainly true. We still chatted for a few hours. He bought a bunch of groceries, and kept talking about how he didn't want to walk home. I did not give him a ride. Bourbon St. was having a promotion with SDpix for free memberships (normally $10) between 10-10:30. I had planned to go down, but at 10, decided laying on the bed keeping my head from exploding was a better idea. Roommate Anthony mentioned that Alexis was there, and did I want to walk down to Bourbon with them. Oh, alright. Alexis was a little tipsy, and a little touchy (feely), but that's okay. I was surprised to see Ken walking up as we were walking out, since he and Brandon were supposed to go straight from poker to Thin to see Green Velvet. Bourbon was quiet - we worried that we were too late, since it was 10:30 when we got there, and 10:40 before we asked anyone about the memberships, but they were running later than we were. I met a gent named Ruben, who was drunk as a skunk, and hitting on me. He did the "Hey, I need to pee. Come with me. Oh, look, my dick"- thing, and we kissed in the bathroom. Outside, they were gearing up for the wet underwear contest. He positioned me in front of him, and put my hand on his package....I'd been thinking how uncomfortable I was for the past 20 min or so, and then rememberd The Boy's response to Jess, where he talked about being a "grown-ass man". Came to the conclusion that I am also a grown-ass man, and if somethings making me uncomfortable, why not just leave? Left the bar, ate a couple more pieces of bread, beat off and laid down. The tension in my neck and shoulders could have saved a burning bus-load of nuns, or leaped buildings, or helped Greenpeace or something, but instead chose to crush my head like a walnut. I was still awake when Ken got home, and he told me what a great time they had. He seemed a little disturbed by my Ruben encounter, but we hooked ankles, and I eventually got to sleep.
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