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and tonight dinner on car repair street
Mar. 27th, 2002 08:27 pmIt doesn't get much better than this does it?
On the way home this afternoon blew a belt on Emerson. What's the use of having cell phones if the people you need to call are not there to answer? i pulled into the station on Ghazali Road and noticed that Emerson's dash lights were blazing like glory. i was afraid to turn off the car to get gas, so i pulled out of the station and headed for the Volvo repair shop. i was feeling pretty good about myself until i realized the stoopid place wouldn't open up again until 3:30. i tried Master again, but still no answer. So i called G and asked him very politely to come and pick me up. He didn't know where i was, and he said my directions weren't the best, but finally he found me. Just about that time i got Master on the phone. G took me home, Master and he jawed a bit, then after he left, Master and i did some running. It seems all we've done this week is run.
Dropped my computer off at the computer shop with the new (bad) hard drive. Then went to the Volvo garage to check on Emerson. They will have it done tomorrow morning. i had to use the facilities, so Master took me to the 3rd ring road MacDonald's for dinner. Filet o' Fish and a McFlurry. I can feel another pound coming on. Then into the city to get another dial up connection, back home for me and Master is back at the computer store, waiting on my computer.
There is something to be said for bad weather days. This morning on my way to work i drove through the worst sand storm since i've been here. i know i drove past the airport but i didn't see it. i almost ended up wearing a small bus as a hood ornament coming around the curve on 7th ring road. By the time i got to the campus i was gakkin'and hackin' and wheezin' and sneezin'. i love the smell of the sand, i just hate what it does to my clothes and skin and the mess to clean up.
i called Master at the airbase just to see if He had made it to work. He said one of His colleagues had an even better time on the way to work than i did. He came through a bank of fog/sand/dust and nearly ran up the butt of a camel. Some people have all the fun. Master told me He had to stop for a herd on the way to work on Monday for them to walk across the road. He was sitting in the road with the car window down and got the surprise of His life. A baby camel stuck its head into the car and sniffed Master's ear. i would have dearly loved to see that. All i get is ugly pick up trucks to stop and wait for.
We have so much to do tomorrow. i hope Master doesn't say He will 'try' to get some play time in. i hate that almost as much as i hate not getting any special time. But i know He just says maybe to cover the fact that this time play is not a high priority. When He wants to play, nothing prevents it. When He thinks i want to play, but He may or may not be in the mood, it's maybe, or I'm thinking about this, that, the other. i wish He would just not mention it at all unless it is number one on His things to do list.
Tomorrow i go for sheera. Maybe that will trip His trigger tomorrow night. Fresh, smooth, soft, bare, cunt. How can that not turn Him on? One can only hope.
i have decided that stress is really tiring. Even if it's good stress. All week long we've been working on the curriculum. i've done my best to not take the task over and just do it myself. i'm determined this will be a group project. Today i offered a piece of advice, P and J thought it was a good idea, but they know, i hope, this part of the project is theirs. They don't have to do anything i suggest. My mind is working overtime, thinking of all that has to be done, and trying to lay it out in a comprehensible way so the others don't have to worry about what comes next, only how to do their part. i've had no time for any power naps this week and when i hit the sack i die. i didn't wind the clock last night. By the time i get to bed tonight i think it will have wound down. i asked Master if i had to wind it tonight. i don't want to wake up to see what time it is. i want to get out of bed when i want tomorrow, not when the clock says it's time. i want a whole night of power nap.
On the way home this afternoon blew a belt on Emerson. What's the use of having cell phones if the people you need to call are not there to answer? i pulled into the station on Ghazali Road and noticed that Emerson's dash lights were blazing like glory. i was afraid to turn off the car to get gas, so i pulled out of the station and headed for the Volvo repair shop. i was feeling pretty good about myself until i realized the stoopid place wouldn't open up again until 3:30. i tried Master again, but still no answer. So i called G and asked him very politely to come and pick me up. He didn't know where i was, and he said my directions weren't the best, but finally he found me. Just about that time i got Master on the phone. G took me home, Master and he jawed a bit, then after he left, Master and i did some running. It seems all we've done this week is run.
Dropped my computer off at the computer shop with the new (bad) hard drive. Then went to the Volvo garage to check on Emerson. They will have it done tomorrow morning. i had to use the facilities, so Master took me to the 3rd ring road MacDonald's for dinner. Filet o' Fish and a McFlurry. I can feel another pound coming on. Then into the city to get another dial up connection, back home for me and Master is back at the computer store, waiting on my computer.
There is something to be said for bad weather days. This morning on my way to work i drove through the worst sand storm since i've been here. i know i drove past the airport but i didn't see it. i almost ended up wearing a small bus as a hood ornament coming around the curve on 7th ring road. By the time i got to the campus i was gakkin'and hackin' and wheezin' and sneezin'. i love the smell of the sand, i just hate what it does to my clothes and skin and the mess to clean up.
i called Master at the airbase just to see if He had made it to work. He said one of His colleagues had an even better time on the way to work than i did. He came through a bank of fog/sand/dust and nearly ran up the butt of a camel. Some people have all the fun. Master told me He had to stop for a herd on the way to work on Monday for them to walk across the road. He was sitting in the road with the car window down and got the surprise of His life. A baby camel stuck its head into the car and sniffed Master's ear. i would have dearly loved to see that. All i get is ugly pick up trucks to stop and wait for.
We have so much to do tomorrow. i hope Master doesn't say He will 'try' to get some play time in. i hate that almost as much as i hate not getting any special time. But i know He just says maybe to cover the fact that this time play is not a high priority. When He wants to play, nothing prevents it. When He thinks i want to play, but He may or may not be in the mood, it's maybe, or I'm thinking about this, that, the other. i wish He would just not mention it at all unless it is number one on His things to do list.
Tomorrow i go for sheera. Maybe that will trip His trigger tomorrow night. Fresh, smooth, soft, bare, cunt. How can that not turn Him on? One can only hope.
i have decided that stress is really tiring. Even if it's good stress. All week long we've been working on the curriculum. i've done my best to not take the task over and just do it myself. i'm determined this will be a group project. Today i offered a piece of advice, P and J thought it was a good idea, but they know, i hope, this part of the project is theirs. They don't have to do anything i suggest. My mind is working overtime, thinking of all that has to be done, and trying to lay it out in a comprehensible way so the others don't have to worry about what comes next, only how to do their part. i've had no time for any power naps this week and when i hit the sack i die. i didn't wind the clock last night. By the time i get to bed tonight i think it will have wound down. i asked Master if i had to wind it tonight. i don't want to wake up to see what time it is. i want to get out of bed when i want tomorrow, not when the clock says it's time. i want a whole night of power nap.
