Goodness

[plural]

so
S came home
I was drunk
she put me to bed

I got up later
and she was drunk too
we talked some
cuddled more
went to sleep

I had breakfast with ellen
who helped me sort and clear my thoughts

and came back to take care of S
who was feeling the ill effects
of the bottle of bourbon I drank the night before
[I'm assuming someone has to?]

although in all fairness
consuming a bottle of bourbon
did make me seven minutes late
to meet ellen in the morning
so I can't say it did not affect me at all

anyway

I got S some tea to sooth her stomach
and some gatorade to rehydrate her
made her one of my world reknown omelets
[she had never actually had one before]

I, of course, explained to her
that usually I only make omelets in exchange for
particularly deviant sexual favors
[yes they are that good]
but I kinda liked her so I'd let it slide
[this time]

so yeah
she was feeling better
I was feeling collected
and it was time to talk

and so we did

for quite some time
it was a goodness

and while talk is only valuable in so far as it is followed by action
I am [the good lord be merciful upon my soul] hopeful
and
reassured

then we spent the rest of the day
doing unspeakable things
and greatly enjoying them

we cooked some dinner
took a nice long walk
and relaxed on the couch
before turning in pretty early

it was after all a pretty full and exhausting day

anyway
I'm feeling much better
and I've got work to do
so I'm going to head off and do that

love love
your plural

Comments

[zaiah.livejournal.com]

Good.

I'm leaving Seattle soon for Home.

I'll blow you a kiss on my way through Portland.