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Good things/bad things
Nov. 2nd, 2003 12:08 pmGood: The party at Dan's was very good. I met some new people, hugged friends, had stimulating conversations.
Bad: Social anxiety took over for most of the night. Also, as we left Saturday night, panic made me unable to walk downhill in the stiletto boots. I had to take them off. I berated myself severely for that.
Good: Sex last night was nectar and ambrosia. Afterwards, my head was spinning. My insides were still spasming. I think I passed out. And he never even broke a sweat. He only brought it to a climax to make sure I could still move afterwards. I told him we'd need to find another girlfriend so he could be kept up with.
Bad: I woke up with my chest burning from the inside. My lungs felt like lit cigarettes. I did feel like I'd chain-smoked three packs of Marlboro Reds. I technically did in secondhand at the party. I don't smoke. I can't stand the taste or the feel. But everyone at the party, save one or two, was. Secondhand burns sometimes. Anti-smoking advocates might tell me to get new friends, but my friends can do whatever they damn well please. I don't care if they smoke, as long as I don't breathe it too much. I have underdeveloped lungs. It's not my business to tell people to quit smoking, but it is my responsibility to take care of myself when I can. I feel better, a little. I chewed gum heavy on the menthol. My throat's raw and sore. I sound like a fifty-year-old chain smoker. You'd think all these years being around smokers would get me used to this.
Good: I have pizza. It's yummy. It will put back those eight pounds the scale says I lost. Probably water weight. 87 seems a bit extreme.
Update: Much better. 92. That's five pounds. It was water weight. *relief*
Bad: Social anxiety took over for most of the night. Also, as we left Saturday night, panic made me unable to walk downhill in the stiletto boots. I had to take them off. I berated myself severely for that.
Good: Sex last night was nectar and ambrosia. Afterwards, my head was spinning. My insides were still spasming. I think I passed out. And he never even broke a sweat. He only brought it to a climax to make sure I could still move afterwards. I told him we'd need to find another girlfriend so he could be kept up with.
Bad: I woke up with my chest burning from the inside. My lungs felt like lit cigarettes. I did feel like I'd chain-smoked three packs of Marlboro Reds. I technically did in secondhand at the party. I don't smoke. I can't stand the taste or the feel. But everyone at the party, save one or two, was. Secondhand burns sometimes. Anti-smoking advocates might tell me to get new friends, but my friends can do whatever they damn well please. I don't care if they smoke, as long as I don't breathe it too much. I have underdeveloped lungs. It's not my business to tell people to quit smoking, but it is my responsibility to take care of myself when I can. I feel better, a little. I chewed gum heavy on the menthol. My throat's raw and sore. I sound like a fifty-year-old chain smoker. You'd think all these years being around smokers would get me used to this.
Good: I have pizza. It's yummy. It will put back those eight pounds the scale says I lost. Probably water weight. 87 seems a bit extreme.
Update: Much better. 92. That's five pounds. It was water weight. *relief*
