Sandwiches

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The sandwich diet seems to be working quite well for me, although I’m not sure if it’s that or the eating less before I get home that’s really doing it. I’d rather not take chances, so we’ll keep both up.
I need to stop pursuing things, and allow them to come to me. This has worked very well for me in the past, except when it comes to work.
Anthony and I were supposed to have sex last night, and he went to bed in the living room just before my shower. I was pretty upset, but really only because I thought he wanted me to wake him up for it, which I’ll do if he’s sleeping next to me, but I’ve always felt is too awkward to do if he’s sleeping elsewhere. I am perfectly capable of handling my own needs without assistance, and resented his putting me in that awkward situation. I give sex, or it is mutually requested; I don’t ask for it. As it turns out, however, Anthony was well aware that I don’t ask for sex, and was simply very tired. I can now feel much better about the situation. I ended up going twice, since I still couldn’t sleep about an hour or so after the first time. Second time was actually better than the first, as I wasn’t in such dire need, and I thought about Jason as I did. He’s in Texas right now, visiting with an old friend. I kind of miss him, but I still need to analyze why. Thinking about it, if I were single, I’d be perfectly alright hooking up with him or Michael, though I find Michael to be slightly more clever and Jason to be slightly more physically attractive. You know, or both, if that was an option. However, I’m not single, and that is not an option.

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