Got two exercise dates ahead today and that's not if you count slightly programmatic intentional sex.

Hormones are funny like that when gravity. I have sensations much akin to being seriously turned on, but they are false alarms, or at least detached from lust for any one person.

And I'm here in this pretty happy actually sitch because of lust for this particular person. Weeeeird.

I think this all day thumping and bit of last night is kicking; certainly not like any farts I've ever known.

To all the farts I've known before...