Early November sliding down Lolcat Lane

Mariah, Owen, and I are driving to Helena again this weekend. It’s friday, and I have three projects going on at work. I want to talk about them, but when I start to think about how I would go about explaining, my head hurts and I give up. But they are for DJ & A Professional Consultants, Felco Industries, and Mars Scott Law Offices.

Dad shot an elk, he called me on tuesday. A young cow, but still large. We’re going to go for the hide and help butcher it. Mariah is going to stay in Butte with her family, who are there for one of Meliss’s tournaments.

I got my wisdom teeth pulled out finally. Wednesday it was…I did NOT want to go at all. But Mariah got work off early and drove me out to reserve street. She is really good at driving a stick for “not knowing how to drive a stick”…she was superb. I filled out the paperwork on the way there, and gave it to Willie. I didn’t like Dr. Taylor much. He did not seem happy…or even really interested in what he was doing. I didn’t want him working on my teeth, they had me sign a sheet of possibilities before the procedure, and there were things like permanent nerve damage, broken jaws, all kinds of gnarliness.

I liked the nurses though, they weren’t embarrassed, and didn’t look away while I was changing. After I was naked, all wrapped up in a paper robe, one of them even went and got my jeans, and had me put them back on, so we wouldn’t have to do it after the operation.

They were both very nice and young, couldn’t have been too much older then me I think. I asked one of them what I would feel, she said I’d be warm, and a bit fuzzy. As they were fussing over me on the chair, a tall lanky black man came into the room. He was dressed like an orderly and had a big ol’ grin on his face. He looked at me and the two girls hovering over me and just started laughing. They called him Carlo, and tried to shoo him away. I had really started to slip at this point, kind of like falling in extreme slow motion away from your vision, which is like a television screen that is really far away, and nearly silent. But the last thing I remember thinking was that I wanted Carlo to do the operation, I had to tell the nurses to get Carlo, not Dr. Taylor to do it.

And then I remember something about painkillers and a car, and then I was at home on the couch. That was two days ago, and wow…it was easy. My face feels radioactive now, I hate my monitor at work. I am going to go get some lunch. Haven’t had anything but a mouthful of green juice and a hunk of raw cheese this morning. God, Mariah drives me crazy, or more like I drive myself crazy over her. I struggle…I’m so horny all the time. And then sometimes I’m just tired and want to cuddle, but it seems like I’m always hounding after her body or her attentions. She’s a pretty good sport, but it surely must annoy her sometimes. I don’t think she tells me when it does.

At the same time I feel like we’d both appreciate each other more if I could just lay off of it for a while, and forget about sex, and her body, and being naked. Sometimes I feel determined to do so. It doesn’t last long. At the slightest sign of excitement from her, I’m already diving off the ship. Silly rabbit. Maybe this week will give us a chance to get away from each other a bit.

Kind of like one of those greedy public experiments a psychologist will pull at your bible study group. Where he/she tells everyone they’ll put a dollar in the bowl every minute until someone takes the money…and if only you and the people next to you could resist grabbing it, you’d have a lifetime supply…but I’m like the person that can’t stand just to sit there and let it build…I just want to taste it!!!

oh dear…okay lunch now. bye, blog. bye.

Is that weakness? I’m sorry Maya.