I don’t have much to say today. But the point is to write every day. It is an art and like all art, it is a discipline.
I’ve tried to write this post several times but everything feels contrived. I’m tired, a bit frustrated by regular life things, nothing major, and I’m just restless.
I got a mani/pedi today and promptly screwed up the polish on two of my toes but didn’t notice until I got home. I had a coffee/lunch date tomorrow with a handsome, submissive police officer, we have moved said date to Wednesday because of a scheduling adjustment re: one of his kids. But in more pleasant news I received some awesome and sexy products for review, including what I will confidently declare as the best lube of my life. More on that soon.
I’m going to bed. Tomorrow is another day.