Nocturnal delusions

You know how some stuff can seem so overwhelming sometimes, particularly when you're dealing with something new. These new things are a no-brainer for some people, but for people like me who are gene-, chromosome-, or whatever-deficient, they can pose quite a daunting and challenging learning curve. When things get to be this way the advice I hear and read the most say pretty much the same thing: step back, have sex do something else, something totally unrelated to what you've been doing. When you come back, you'll have a better mindset and feel refreshed.

[Btw, someone (hi, Penfold!) has expressed what seems to be puzzlement at my recent "devilish" behavior in some parts of the blogworld. Devilish is too mild a term for what I can be, ohh, you have no idea. I've always been, but I don't show it to everybody all the time.]


I was going to post about a recent dream I had, one that involved talking with an archangel; soaring through the air care of said archangel (who lifted his burden in much the same way a stork carries a babe); ice cold tears; very, very turgid n i p p l e s mammary buds. Had me laughing upon waking up and remembering it, though.



On second thought, I don't think I should. Some of you guys are frighteningly accurate when it comes to dream interpretation. I don't want to find out that I have a hidden desire for the Archangel. It would feel too much like betrayal of my favorite male X-Men character: Wolverine. Bad boy attitude. Adamantium. Mmmmmm.

The Archangel's feathers look nice, though. You could stuff quite a few pillows with those.