…is going to be late. Clearly. Since it is currently 12:32 am in my timezone. So yeah, it’s Saturday.
Sorry. Please don’t hate me (‘because I’m beautiful’). [insert pouty sad face here]
I got hurt. Physically, this time. I may actually prefer this hurt to the other kind. I suppose this is a terrible excuse for being late since I didn’t hurt my typing fingers. I hurt my back. At least I can walk now. Well, I could walk the whole time, but now I can do it without agonizing pain. As the doc told me, I need to cut back on the sexual antics. It may be time to pack up the swing. Fuck.
I promise I’m writing. I know it may not be many of you, but those who are reading this story (this story that, I admit, even I have fallen in love with) — thank you for your patience. Maybe I will stop with the delays if I can figure out how to reverse the curse that has obviously been placed upon me.
I’d better get back to writing now before I’m burned at the stake. Hugs and kisses…