So I keep dreaming about having sex with my husband - that's good, right? Last night it was about as graphic as it gets -I was woken by the alarm clock in the middle of a porn movie. But I haven't wanted to when we're awake, not that he's been available at all - working late every night (at home -he's not out having an affair, or if he is he's VERY clever about it).
The man I'm in love with, the one who lives very far away and hasn't written me for months - oh, that's a healthy situation - doesn't crop up in the dreams quite as often these days. Maybe I'm gettinig over him. Maybe I'm not. Today I'm so tired, never washed my face this morning let along put on makeup, wearing a schlumpy sweater that makes me feel as if I still weigh 222 pounds - and let's be very clear, I DON'T - oh, it's not a good day today. I should just leave now - why sit at this desk for another hour when I am bound to get nothing done?
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