Roll in the hay & sex on the beach = uncomfortable. Just sayin'.

I couldn't sleep! So I stayed up late and wrote. Oh, how nice to have time in which to write.. even if I should have been sleeping.

Here, some gratuitous sex!

Piety update here.

Whole thing is here.

There's violence and depravity in the whole thing, but the latest update is all good times.

I realize I need to get with the times and modify my copyright, and my formatting got borked, but.. I'm tired now. So it will have to wait until I get a chance to deal with it. I feel the sharing of sex takes priority (I know, I'm so professional). I.. uh.. didn't even give this a glance over. Hopefully it makes sense. Hope everyone is doing well. Hearts, stars, and horseshoes, clovers, and blue moons...

In which Verian dies of exposure.

Three days? Three months? Who's counting?

Piety update here.

Whole thing here.

The above story deals with slave boys and implications of very naughty clergy. Don't read if these things squick you.

It's not much, but I'm easing back into my life. This means stealing precious minutes for remembering how to write between catching up on work and the mountain of day-to-day tasks that have been piling up for the past month and a half. Pause for breath. Running on.

Hope all is well with you!

Same old shit. Different day.

I was really optimistic to have something up for everyone tonight. My antibiotics were working, and I was feeling better. I did get to start an update. But then the fever came back (again), and after that. Well.

Apparently my insides are very cross with me for having been on antibiotics for nearly a month. I've been taking live cultures, but I can't seem to eat much of anything without it feeling like someone is taking a thousand corkscrews to my insides. It has me extremely run down, and this fever is symptomatic of that.

I know I shouldn't complain too much. I mean, this is the best winter I've had in years so far as my health goes. And.. I appreciate that, I do. But I'm a big baby. A great big, pouty-faced, tantrum-throwing baby. I want to be all better. I want it forever and ever. Now.

I want the last month and a half back. I want the years of being sick back. Stupid immune system. Glad to be alive. Just.. want to have more vigor. Pls?