Maybe I’m just being moody, or maybe I’ve just come down with a case of the severe bitchies, or maybe I’m all in a twirl over the fact that Manny Ramirez was traded to the Los Angeles Dodgers and now I won’t be able to participate in a ‘Manny Chant’ at Fenway ever again.

Such things are big events in the life of a Boston Red Sox fan. I don’t think I’ve been this bereft since Nomah was traded. :(

So, I went to the doctor today for a post operative checkup to make sure that I’m healing up well and that there’s no complications (which unfortunately there seems to be from my perspective)

I’m not feeling well – or maybe better put, I’m not feeling “right” and it’s incredibly distressing and frustrating not to feel like myself. Tho my surgeon seems to feel that this is all somehow normal, even tho it was just my appendix. I didn’t even get to see the doctor, I saw his assistant (his student) who tells me that these symptoms of fatigue and cramping will go away on their own and not to worry about it and to give it some time, and for a “woman your age” I’m healing up nicely.

ugh… talk about a slap in the face! Fucker!

I could fuck your young ass silly and make you never want to fall in love again you arrogant snot nosed little prick!

No, the lazy geisha was not amused…

I was tempted to lift my johnny and show him my ass, but then I remembered that he’s already seen the rest of me on the operating table, so it would probably be a wasted effort.

I blew off yoga last night tho Lisa came down and had dinner with us. She’ll probably come down tomorrow and stay over and we’re thinking about taking a ride to Sakonnet Vineyards out in Little Compton, Rhode Island on Sunday – the road to get there winds down by the ocean and there’s a fabulous view of the water from the vineyard; and the Cabernet Franc they make is pretty good too – so maybe we’ll pick up a few bottles and then go down to Newport and hang out for a while. It’s tourist season, but it’s still pretty down there, and we have friends in Newport, so maybe we can find something to do… walks, wine and sunsets on the beach perhaps? Maybe…

Might just be the thing I need to break my funk too. :)

Maybe if I start to feel better I’ll deal with some reviews that I’ve been meaning to get done – and I also decided to bag my Reviews page in favor of a new directory page called Toys. The whole idea of the reviews page was an experiment in using .pdf files for some of my content, and the issue now is that they’ve all been indexed by Google (fairly high too) and I can’t just make them go away without screwing that up – so rather than creating new files, I’m just going to slide the existing ones into their own directory and bury the page here. The Toys page will be easier for me to maintain too as I add and make changes.

I took a look around at my house last night as I curled myself up on my loveseat and realized just how messy things had become since my operation. Not that Jeff hasn’t been simply amazing in taking care of me and everything else – but he’s not so good in the housework department. Oh well – the mess isn’t going anywhere.

I’m still in the meh funk I found myself in the other day which I mentioned here, and while being in a funk isn’t the end of the world, it still sucks. I’m sure it will pass tho – it always does.

But – I did find a pretty cool article on Babeland’s site which I posted to that forum I belong to. The article is called How to Suck a Strap-On Cock by Rachel Venning, and it was originally published in On Our Backs magazine which is a well respected publication for lesbians.

Some of the reactions it got were downright odd too – almost as if some of these women thought that I was trying to hold an eight inch silicone cock to their heads and was forcing them to take a taste.

I mean, come on! As if! Everyone knows Ultraskin is the only way to go… right?

The best line from the article?

It ain’t easy being a dirty-minded sex freak (but at least it’s not lonely).

Isn’t that the truth…

Enjoy your weekend and hopefully I’ll have snapped out of this funk by Monday, or not.

ugh… where’s the percocet…