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Dec. 2nd, 2004 03:25 amLowenstein went to bed early. Super early. Like, 8:30 pm early. I finished watching my movie (The Fog of War, which is great and because apparently I'm in my "I've been watching a lot of documentaries lately..." phase) then fell asleep pretty early myself, around 11ish pm. On the couch. I got all ready for bed with the intention of going there, but just decided I liked the comfort and solitude of the soft fuzzy couch. In the middle of dreams about the organic fruit delivery service, the doorbell rang and woke me up. Well, that, and Sophie barking about the doorbell ringing, though I honestly heard both. I couldn't slip back into sleep, so I got up and retrieved the organic food box from the porch. Stumbling into the kitchen I couldn't believe it was 3 am. I ate an orange because it got smushed in transit and I feared it wouldn't make it through the night. Now I'm here with my blinking cursor.
I'm someone who doesn't like to change clothes during a given day. If I have somewhere to be in the evening that requires a certain outfit, I will generally put it on the morning and wear it all day. Once I'm dressed, I stay dressed, even if I'm home and not leaving for several hours -- only when I'm home for good will I strip down to loungewear (whether that be pajamas or just boxers). But my new chest has chaned that, at least temporarily. I will change at least once a day, with no problem. I'm obsessed with all the shirts and clothes in my closet, including wanting to buy new ones. I've decided as an early holiday gift to myself I'm going to indulge in quality undershirts, namely Calvin Klein instead of just Hanes or Fruit of the Loom (though I'm still going to TJ Maxx to buy them, since getting them half-price is splurging for me). I bought a two-pack of CK shirts a few years ago and they look better than cheapers ones I bought a few months ago, but I can't really wear them because they are too big for me now. I used to be a 'sometimes medium/sometimes large' shirt person, but I've gone down to a size medium across the board (because even if it's a small medium, I wear it like the tight gay boy shirt person I am). Of course now it's winter and I'm hiding all of it under sweaters and coats, but look out Los Angeles. I have big plans for my ten days in southern California, at least when it comes to outfits.
What is it about fresh-out of the package crisp white undergarments that's so appealing? The t-shirts, the a-frames, the briefs, the socks -- all of it. It's not really sexual, but it's still a fetish because it brings me as much pleasure. Even writing about it makes me feel warm and fuzzy.
I haven't had much middle-of-the-night insomnia in quite awhile. I can't say that I miss it. I thought it would be better when it happens while self-employed -- I assumed I would use the nighttime to do work or whatever I wanted, then I could nap during the day. I could make my own schedule for my body, not force it to be in an office at 9 am. Except the problem is I'm self-employed, not independently wealthy. If I was the latter, then I really could eat, drink, sleep, whenever I pleased, but just because I don't have a desk job doesn't mean I don't have things to do and certain times with which to do them. And now it's actually worse, because I could sit and be groggy at work and be unproductive and still get paid. Now I just lose the time.
Talking about this is making me sleepy.
I'm someone who doesn't like to change clothes during a given day. If I have somewhere to be in the evening that requires a certain outfit, I will generally put it on the morning and wear it all day. Once I'm dressed, I stay dressed, even if I'm home and not leaving for several hours -- only when I'm home for good will I strip down to loungewear (whether that be pajamas or just boxers). But my new chest has chaned that, at least temporarily. I will change at least once a day, with no problem. I'm obsessed with all the shirts and clothes in my closet, including wanting to buy new ones. I've decided as an early holiday gift to myself I'm going to indulge in quality undershirts, namely Calvin Klein instead of just Hanes or Fruit of the Loom (though I'm still going to TJ Maxx to buy them, since getting them half-price is splurging for me). I bought a two-pack of CK shirts a few years ago and they look better than cheapers ones I bought a few months ago, but I can't really wear them because they are too big for me now. I used to be a 'sometimes medium/sometimes large' shirt person, but I've gone down to a size medium across the board (because even if it's a small medium, I wear it like the tight gay boy shirt person I am). Of course now it's winter and I'm hiding all of it under sweaters and coats, but look out Los Angeles. I have big plans for my ten days in southern California, at least when it comes to outfits.
What is it about fresh-out of the package crisp white undergarments that's so appealing? The t-shirts, the a-frames, the briefs, the socks -- all of it. It's not really sexual, but it's still a fetish because it brings me as much pleasure. Even writing about it makes me feel warm and fuzzy.
I haven't had much middle-of-the-night insomnia in quite awhile. I can't say that I miss it. I thought it would be better when it happens while self-employed -- I assumed I would use the nighttime to do work or whatever I wanted, then I could nap during the day. I could make my own schedule for my body, not force it to be in an office at 9 am. Except the problem is I'm self-employed, not independently wealthy. If I was the latter, then I really could eat, drink, sleep, whenever I pleased, but just because I don't have a desk job doesn't mean I don't have things to do and certain times with which to do them. And now it's actually worse, because I could sit and be groggy at work and be unproductive and still get paid. Now I just lose the time.
Talking about this is making me sleepy.
