Brain Farts: Span, Glorious Span

This eve's primary shower imagery concerned building a bridge in a bottle. There's more. There's lots more swimming through my brain. But it's late and I'm freaking exhausticated so nada more's coming out now.

Okay, just a bit more: *sigh* Nope. Wrong. That's All Folks.

NOTE: O'morrow (later today now that I've foolishly glanced at the clock) will be grand fun and I'll enjoy myself greatly. Laundry, however, must happen.

B.S. Generator

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Disconnect

Lots remains to be done. The brain sorta comprehends what needs to be done. The body's not responding appropriately. Order must be imposed. Baby steps. And even these I seem incapable of taking. Major freakin' disconnect going on. Fact stated. No judgment implied. Fear & Loathing. Yet disconnected from it (now anyway).

HEE!

Guess who just stopped by and knocked on my front door ready willing & able to talk to me about my personal r-ship w/Jesus Christ and enliven my day w/a copy of the Watchtower! Timing could scarcely be worse...although I really wish I'd been in the middle of really marvelous hot sex, 'cause that would've possibly been even better/worse. (Plus, it's always good to get to have wonderful love-making in any event!)