Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Finding Forty, Day 3: Two FortyTwo

Apparently, when you turn 40, some insane internal clock begins wreaking havoc with your body and mind.

For the past 3 nights, I have awakened at precisely 2:42, having to pee, but then not being able to go back to sleep.

I suppose it could be the tequila, but really?   I can't afford, at this age or stage in my life, to lose an hour or more of sleep each and every night.

So, here I sit, wide awake, typing.   I tried playing with myself, but my head, my body and my toys couldn't seem to get on the same page.

I wondered if A would roll over and try to help me out, seeing how he was wide awake himself, but he just got out of bed to go read.   I can't say that I blame him, but...

Drunk blogging is scary to me, although I know last night's blog won't be the first time I do it.   I just hope that I maintain some semblance of decorum and dignity as I type away.

Seeing how work looms in just a few hours, I should probably at least get in bed and put forth some effort to sleep.  

Wish me luck,


  1. I've lain on the floor to enjoy a self-induced orgasm since my fucktarded husband has proven to be useless in that regard. Then, when I'm spent, I get back into bed.

    TMI? Fuck it. We're human.

  2. I couldn't do it with the husband laying anywhere near me because he'd want to do it with me and he'd do it his way and totally mess it up and do it wrong no matter how I give direction. Sucks! The ones I give myself are far better lately...and those aren't even that good anymore. *sigh*