Say What I Know You’ll Say
I’m trying to get used to the time difference; it’s only 1:15am in Las Vegas.
Sometimes, like now, my tricky method of beating time changes by sleeping while traveling backfires. I have five hours to shower, sleep, eat, and leave the house.
I have a feeling tomorrow will be a very long day. I’ve not been well lately; I hope that some semblance of rest can change that.
No matter how I feel, I’m glad to be home. There are things here that I am only too happy to be able to return to.
Like how excited my penis is to return to your mouth.