mechanical orgasm

I'm back on Elmwood. I flew in today and stumbled up to my humble lair. Nothing had changed except my landlords left me a present of white wine inside the door. After assessing my situation and trying to nap but failing I decided to break out the vibrator and man oh man, I like that thing. From now on my vibrator travels with me, I don't care if I have a sex partner I still need my vibrator. What now? hmmm I should straighten up in here but... that's no fun so I'm writing this instead. Its a lot less scary here than I thought it would be, the weather, its not so bad. I'm happy to be off the couch and in my bed or chair or my whatever, I like these meager things I have. The only thing I have lots of is clothes, oh the displaced affection there, or here, my clothes that is.