March 7th, 2000
Woke my son up this morning to wish him a happy birthday. Silly boy, leaving his cellular phone turned on. He should expect to be disturbed.
I'm afraid I don't feel too much like a professional slut today. Worked a 12 hour shift at my Other Job [in the medical field], and have the same tonite and the following nite. Ah well, it pays the basics of life, so I can spend the rest of my time in pursuit of the Perfect Orgasm [as if any of them were bad, eh?].
Come home, nuke a frozen snack, clear out email, check a couple of links that are fairly daily checkins [including Janes, of course... she signs my paycheck!].
And to bed, to sleep, hopefully the valerian and chamomile and melatonin will make up for the pace of 3 12 hour days in a row.
Life is usually good. Right now it's just tired.
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