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Instead of my usual gloom and doom, some much nicer words here today.
We had a very nice weekend, the best in a long time (no nookie, but, hey, still nice). She worked out of the house on Friday, and the whole three days not even so much as one argument. We almost had one because I made a stupid remark, which I quickly rectified. Tonight we're sleeping together again. No nookie, but, hey, still nice. I'm trying. And so is she. Let's see what else happens.
I'm good at interpreting dreams, and I know what's fueling these. My sex dreams normally don't involve celebrities, just people I know. I have to be a bit vague here: Due to the actions of a certain local popular newscaster, whom I happen to know on personal basis, I got to see the stage production of The Lion King with my daughter. I had yet to see it. The show still brings back memories of the day my eldest sister died, something I've written about before, so I'll leave that part out. Because of this woman we had third row center! What an incredible theatre experience! I have to leave out who this person is and how I know her. You understand.
Anyhow, the next night I dreamt I was in bed with her, and she's married! Hell, I am, too. Then, the next night, I was doing the actress Sela Ward, and in a later dream I was sleeping with a certain post-op TS here on TW (whose name I will withhold. Don't try to guess). THEN, the next night I was doing Jennifer Aniston. That one puzzles me because I never saw her TV show or any of her movies. Yes, she's pretty, but I just never got into her. Until the dream, of course, and in that case I was really into her! Hot damn. I had more sex in those four dreams than I've had in a long time.
My best to all my UK sisters for enduring the terrible events of last week. You are in my heart, thoughts, and prayers.
