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muckefuckI wish I knew why my body hated traveling so much. I understand that hurtling through the atmosphere is unnatural and stressful but I've literally been doing it since I was an infant and you'd think I would have adapted to the point where I didn't suffer like this. But it still does and I feel awful on a day I should be feeling good.
After all, Postillero came over for fun times last night and everything went well. He wanted to try some light S&M so I tied him down; when I brought him off, he hit the wall. I'd call that a success, though I would like to chat a bit more about it later. I thought about mentioning to him beforehand that this would be the first time I'd be using the restraints with anyone but Monshu but I thought that might be offputting and if it did trigger an emotional overreaction then I could always explain at the time.
A lot of people seems to get a sounder night's sleep after sex. I typically don't. I usually ascribe that to having some weirdo in the bed, but Postillero never stays the night (pet allergies) and yet I still wake up at 3:15 in the goddamn a.m. so something else is going on. I didn't finish packing or preparing the house after he left so I did this morning, which made me late.
I also forgot something. I told myself that, worst case scenario, I could always leave work early and swing by the house instead of going directly to Midway. Then I told myself that, no, what would happen is that I'd forget something useful but not essential that wouldn't justify the detour. That thing ended up being zinc lozenges. I also forgot to check in for my damn flight until 5:30 in the morning so I'm in the last boarding group on a fairly full flight.
Whine, whine, whine. In short, it's been a string of small things that make me just want this day over with already. I'm really looking forward to being back in a proper bed reminiscing about last night and thinking about what else we might be able to try. It's interesting (and useful!) to already have such a trust level with someone I'm not crushed out on.
After all, Postillero came over for fun times last night and everything went well. He wanted to try some light S&M so I tied him down; when I brought him off, he hit the wall. I'd call that a success, though I would like to chat a bit more about it later. I thought about mentioning to him beforehand that this would be the first time I'd be using the restraints with anyone but Monshu but I thought that might be offputting and if it did trigger an emotional overreaction then I could always explain at the time.
A lot of people seems to get a sounder night's sleep after sex. I typically don't. I usually ascribe that to having some weirdo in the bed, but Postillero never stays the night (pet allergies) and yet I still wake up at 3:15 in the goddamn a.m. so something else is going on. I didn't finish packing or preparing the house after he left so I did this morning, which made me late.
I also forgot something. I told myself that, worst case scenario, I could always leave work early and swing by the house instead of going directly to Midway. Then I told myself that, no, what would happen is that I'd forget something useful but not essential that wouldn't justify the detour. That thing ended up being zinc lozenges. I also forgot to check in for my damn flight until 5:30 in the morning so I'm in the last boarding group on a fairly full flight.
Whine, whine, whine. In short, it's been a string of small things that make me just want this day over with already. I'm really looking forward to being back in a proper bed reminiscing about last night and thinking about what else we might be able to try. It's interesting (and useful!) to already have such a trust level with someone I'm not crushed out on.
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