"Hey Ray?....bye ."
Dec. 14th, 2001 11:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raybearAfter extensive conversations with my new best friend and possible fiancee (assuming she accepts my proposal on Monday) the clerk of the Illinois fourth district appellate court, the brief was NOT due today. I found this out around 11 am. I told Moody Famous-Hot Attorney (who really wasn't moody today) and then I filed a motion with her to allow me to go home. She was fine with it assuming my official boss was. I didn't go directly to her office, since she was talking to the org's executive director, and then MFHA kept beating me into the office. About 15 minutes later I was walking by, and apparantly MFHA told her I wanted to go home, because my boss said "Hey Ray?"
I stepped into the doorway.
"Bye."
I mumbled a few things, then said "ok, bye" and came home. I spent almost the entire afternoon horizontal. And some of it was even sleeping. There was also a standoff between my hormonal surge and my coil vibrator. I wasn't who would make it out alive -- and it's not like it's easy to bust an electric vibrator. But I obviously made it, since I'm currently typing, and so did my friend. I'm not sure why I was feeling so interminably hard. But luckily it's faded and now I'm just back to my normal hormone induced mild background noise turned-on-ness.
On the topic of fiancees, I also spent some quality time with my current wife, Dr. Crusher. How appropriate is it that TNN has a mini-Star Trek marathon on Friday nights? Why do they assume geeks stay home on Friday night?? I'm still cool. Sort of. Anyway, the good doctor was in her usual form, and her melodramatics just made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Which was an improvement over my previous emotional state of "near weeping" induced by Food Network shows showing happy holiday scenes that would embarass Courier and Ives.
But despite all these talks of nuptials, I'm much happier just living in sin.
P.S. I think the virus is finally retreating in my body and assuming I sleep through the night well, I hope to be at near 100% tomorrow. I hope to begin the sleeping process soon.
I stepped into the doorway.
"Bye."
I mumbled a few things, then said "ok, bye" and came home. I spent almost the entire afternoon horizontal. And some of it was even sleeping. There was also a standoff between my hormonal surge and my coil vibrator. I wasn't who would make it out alive -- and it's not like it's easy to bust an electric vibrator. But I obviously made it, since I'm currently typing, and so did my friend. I'm not sure why I was feeling so interminably hard. But luckily it's faded and now I'm just back to my normal hormone induced mild background noise turned-on-ness.
On the topic of fiancees, I also spent some quality time with my current wife, Dr. Crusher. How appropriate is it that TNN has a mini-Star Trek marathon on Friday nights? Why do they assume geeks stay home on Friday night?? I'm still cool. Sort of. Anyway, the good doctor was in her usual form, and her melodramatics just made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Which was an improvement over my previous emotional state of "near weeping" induced by Food Network shows showing happy holiday scenes that would embarass Courier and Ives.
But despite all these talks of nuptials, I'm much happier just living in sin.
P.S. I think the virus is finally retreating in my body and assuming I sleep through the night well, I hope to be at near 100% tomorrow. I hope to begin the sleeping process soon.
