Honesty....is key.

Peter and I finally got around to using his birthday gift Saturday afternoon. My concern with this gift was that it was three wheels instead of just the one, and that it would hurt more (and not in a good way). But I was excited none the less. When he used it, he did go gentle at first which tickled. He went a bit harder, and it started to feel really good. I was so surprised at how much I enjoyed it since I was still just getting used to the single wheel, but it was great!

Sunday, it made yet another appearance during sex. He ran it across my back like normal, but more on my ass and legs which I was loving ever second of it. Peter then had me flip over on my back, and started to roll it across my shoulders, collar bone, and up my neck. That when I started to freak out. The good kind of freak out. It sent all these incredible waves all over my body. The sensation was.....I have no idea how to explain it. had he been doing that, fucking me, and playing with my clit at the same time, I was sure to come. I just think that would have been difficult since he was holding himself up with one hand, fucking me, and rolling the wheel up and down my neck. Had a pretty good orgasm shortly after he stopped, squirting all over. Luckily we had a towel down (though it still leaked through to the sheets). We went to a show a few hours later, and I had a short skirt and a tank top on. Had it not been dark in there, and if anyone were to actually look, people would have seen little red dots all up and down the back of my legs, and a lot more on my shoulder. Peter was really loving my outfit thought because he kept putting his hand up my skirt as the artists played on stage. You'd think he was just going for my ass. He did that, yes, but he went up the front of my skirt more, and would pat my cunt, or slip the tip of his finger under my panties for a second. Everyone was so close together and it was so dark that I doubt anyone noticed. Peter was convinced that people were looking, praying that my skirt would fly up or that I'd bend over. I really enjoy the fact that he finds me that sexy where he thinks other do too. Since being with him, my confidence level has gone up dramatically. Obviously a good thing! Had he not had to work the next morning at 3am (and we didn't get back until roughly 1:30am), we probably would have had sex from all the excitement, but he wanted to get a little bit of sleep.

Normally I go home on Sundays, but since it was so late I stayed. I've started to take my dog over to his house every time I come over, so she was still there on Monday. I went over to his place, and we had a taco night. Quite delicious! His first time having vegetarian tacos, and he really enjoyed them. After dinner, we sat around for a bit, letting our stomachs settle, before going to the bedroom to have sex. The sex was wonderful, as it usually is. He made me come so hard and squirt so much that after the first orgasm, he laughed and said he felt like he should be wearing his swimsuit for this. I giggled, and he pulled me down on the bed so I was laying in my mess (even though I was already covered in it since it shot off like a fountain all over my stomach and tits), and apparently he wasn't done. He started to fuck me again and a few seconds later, went back to rubbing my clit like a mad man. I came hard, again. And squirted a lot, again. He laughed, pulled me down again (by now, the wet spot was up to my head and all the way down to my ass), and fucked me until he came. He pulled out to come all over me. Made me lick up what got on him, then left to go clean himself up and get me a washcloth. By now, the wet parts of the mattress were so cold. I was shivering from that, plus the "sex legs" that I tend to get. I cleaned up, he took the sheets off the bed to throw them in the wash, and told me to use a towel to soak up the mess I made from the mattress.

As I knelt on the towel, and pushed into the mattress, we started to talk. I was debating if I should even post this in here or not because it's more about life and "my crazy", but I realize it makes good sense to discuss this. Who knows, someone out there might have the same issues, and see that they're not alone. Peter was asking if it was good for me, and I told him yes, although I really wanted a good beating and have for some time now, I just didn't want to bring it up. I was worried that it would be wrong of me because I wouldn't want him to think I was calling the shots and telling him what to do. This is when the conversation took a turn, and I got emotional. We had previously had a conversation about how he doesn't ever want me to be 100% submissive, and that he doesn't want a complete slave; he wants to have his girlfriend too. Which I have no problems with, and I told him this. Though there apparently was a bit of a misunderstanding on my end. I thought he just meant in life in general, not in the bedroom. Through tears, I explained this to him. I swear, if I were a superhero my superpower would be the power to cry uncontrollably when I get nervous or just a little bit anxious. I would be the lamest superhero ever. He explained that he meant for it to be all the time, and that I can speak up. If I want a good beating during sex, I need to tell him. Peter said if I don't speak up, eventually I would probably end up being frustrated from not being satisfied how I want to be and go somewhere else. I don't think I would because I love him for so much more than just how he pleases me sexually. Which lead to another problem that I somehow created in my head. I'm afraid to tell him that I want the beatings because I don't want him to think I only want rough sex all the time. I explained to him that all of this stuff is fairly new to me. I mean, I've dabbled here and there with some rough sex, but nothing this rough. So it's all new, and extremely exciting for me. So of course I'm going to crave it more, but I just don't want him to think that is all I want. He understood, and told me not to worry so much. He also brought up how maybe we should take the roles out of the equation until I can get used to asking for what I want, or at least come up with some sort of way for me to tell him. I was really reluctant at first to skip the roles because honestly, part of what gets me all hot and bothered is knowing that I am his. But I can still be his without the pressure. Of course, all of this "pressure" is my own damn fault. I expect too much of myself. I've been trying so hard to get out of my head. Peter thinks I shouldn't try so hard, and just let go. Easier said than done, I know. I'm seriously a work in progress. I finally finished soaking up what I could of my mess, he kissed me a bunch, and we went to snuggle and watch TV in the living room.

This week I'm actually quite busy with work. I'm not sure when I'll get to see Peter. Probably Friday. I will do my best to ask for what I want too. It is my plan. I can't say if I will want a fierce beating or not by this weekend, but I probably will. I still want one really bad right now, but we'll see.

Submissive weekend pt.2

Friday I went to a hockey game with my friend Bella, so I didn't get to see Peter until I got home around 11pm. He was exhausted from a very taxing day, so we basically just relaxed for a bit until we went to bed. We ended up having very sweet sex. He wasn't really rough, he went really slow and I had a pretty different type of orgasm. It was interesting, but I loved it.

Saturday morning, I had to work. Peter came with me because he wanted to see what my Saturday job was all about, plus we were going to a corn maze after. We had a lot of fun all day, and made it back to his place around 7. I felt kinda gross from working and walking around all day, so I hopped in the shower. When I got out, Master told me to get ready while he got in the shower. I asked him how, he said to be creative. I laid on the bed for a few minutes touching myself, waiting for him. Then I remembered I had brought my old school girl skirt (not the new one I bought to wear for his birthday) and a white button up. So I jumped up, threw that on (left the top slightly open so he could see my hot pink bra and breasts), strapped on my six inch black heels, and threw on my collar. Then I laid back on the bed (heels up on the bed), and resumed touching myself. Eventually he made it back into the room, very surprised and delighted. He had me stand up so he could look at me. Told me to turn around....bend over.....He just couldn't take his eyes off me. Master then told me to bend over the bed, told me he did a good job doing this to please him and that I deserved a reward. Then asked if I wanted it. Of course I said yes. He brought out the cane (which....being a wooden cane, it kinda fit the theme with the school girl), and proceeded to give me my reward. Light taps at first, then harder and faster. The feeling of a cane beating lingers enough that I barely noticed when he stopped. I didn't realize what had really happened until I felt him dragging the flogger across my bottom (I kept all of my clothes on during the entire session, so my bare back was difficult to get to). My beating lasted for quite some time, but when it finally stopped, Master put his hands on me, like he normally does. But then, he said something that made me sink more into the moment. He told me "I do this because I love you. Because you are mine.". Just the way that he whispered it to me.....I felt so overcome with emotion and desire to please my Master more than ever. After he was done, he did request my manners, which I nearly forgot. He had me crawl on the bed, and pushed my shoulders and head down so only my ass was up. He asked me what my name was at one point. I wasn't sure what he was expecting, but when he spanked me, and told me it was slut...that made it sink it. He asked a few more times, and I answered. He told me not to forget that either. I am still learning when I am to say "thank you, Master", and it showed during this session. After each spank, I wasn't sure if it would be overkill or not, but apparently....it was expected after each end. My bad. Well, I ended up paying for it. He told me I wasn't listening, so I didn't get to cum. I begged and pleaded, but.....nope. Nothing. I just had to take his, and be satisfied with that. Which....I was pleased but....dammit, I wanted it so bad. When he was done, I begged a little more. Master came back with "I said no.", grabbed the cane and told me not to ask again, and to go get cleaned up now. I jumped up quick and cleaned up.

I spent the time Sunday while Peter was at work shopping and starting to prepare food for dinner. We had a lot of stuff to do that day, but he said if I was good, he might let me cum. I tried to be good all day. He requested my manners at one point, and I told him that I need consistency with this stuff. That continued the rest of the day. After dinner and desert, before I had to leave, we went to lay down. Master had my lick him, which he was thoroughly enjoying for quite some time. When Master decided it was time for him to fuck me, he ordered me to take off my clothes, and grab my toy. He climbed on top of me, and let me use my toy. Master allowed me to cum. My orgasm was really long, and fantastic. It just kept going, and with each extremely deep thrust, it just made the orgasm all the more intense. Master finally said I get one more, and then I'm done. Once I had my final one, I didn't push it. I said thank you, and just enjoyed the rest of the session. Eventually, he told me to beg him to cum. I begged...oh god, did I beg. He loved the hell out of it, he came hard, I felt it. It was fantastic.

I get to see Master again on Thursday. We're going to see an advanced showing of Jackass 3D. Not sure what is in store for us for the rest of the weekend, but I look forward to it! I am quite sleepy right now, I should head to bed. Until next time....

Submissive weekend pt.1

I've been spending a lot of time reading articles online about experiences people have when they go to bdsm events, or just articles about different kinks and fetishes, or ways to dominate your submissive. It has all been very interesting to me, and giving me new and exciting ideas. I did a lot of reading yesterday. Mostly articles, some reviews on toys and things of that nature. It put me in a very submissive state of mind. I couldn't wait to see Master later on. Even with the cramps, I was still looking forward to it. I told him I was in need of a cuddle. He said as long as I went down on him a few times, he would cuddle me all weekend. I told him he gets whatever he wants, it's not like I can really say no to him. Master then said he would also like to tie me up. I was then told to bring my black and blue corset and some black heels to wear at some point this weekend. That just amped up my desire to go over there.

Unfortunately for me, I read a text he sent me wrong. I thought he wanted me to leave my house at 9:30. Nope, apparently he wanted me to be at his house around 9:30. All he sent to me when I told him I was on my way was "You're so very late." I kinda had the idea that I was in for it. Honest mistake though. I didn't get the beating I thought I was going to. We actually had to run to the store first (so we could get stuff to make breakfast in the morning). When it was time for bed though, he told me to suck his dick. Which, I knew we would be doing a lot of that since I am currently experiencing my lady time. What I wasn't ready for was the duration of the oral. I could tell he was really trying to enjoy it, but unfortunately that ended up getting the best of him later because it then became difficult. He was only a little forceful, but not terribly. He had me up close to him while he handled himself for a bit, and put one of my nipples in his mouth. He proceeded to bite on it. Hard. It actually started to hurt pretty bad, but not quite to the point where there was no pleasure so it was fine. When he finally released, he went to the other one and did the same. I know he was doing it to hear me moan and cry out. I know how much he loves that. Master must have noticed my desire to please him, so he did end up forcing my head back down, and smacked my ass hard, many times, as I sucked and licked. When he was about to cum, he asked if I wanted it. I said yes, and he came in my mouth. I swallowed gratefully, and then that's when I realized I was getting my punishment. I asked if I was allowed to have a turn, and he said no. Even with my performance pleasing him, I was still not allowed to cum. After a short pout, I informed him of how submissive I had been feeling all day, and that I probably could have told him that earlier for him to take full advantage of it, but I forgot. This excited him, but he still refused me my orgasm. Let me tell you, I did not sleep well last night. I kept waking up randomly, almost wide awake, then falling back asleep briefly only to do it again.

This morning, after breakfast, we were snuggling on the couch. I was still a bit riled up from the night before, so I kissed his neck, and nibbled here and there. He gently grabbed my neck and kissed me. A few minutes later he said "I want to fuck you. Now." Off to the bedroom we went! Master didn't start off slow really, after climbing on top of me, he kissed me a bit before lubing up and pushing in. He felt amazing. He fucked me like that for a while, grabbing my hair and pulling on it hard. Tugging my head in different directions to get a better view of my neck for him to bite. A few times I tried to move so he couldn't, and he just tugged harder. He moved his hand to my neck and held me down for a while. Sometimes it's hard for anything else to matter except the feeling of his hands on me and his cock inside me when he does this. I barely even think about the fact that I can't breathe. haha. He moved to hold me down with his arm, and proceeded to bite my collar bone hard enough to where it felt like he was slicing through a nerve or something. He sat up and held my legs up. Then he started to bite my calves. I haven't had any new bruises in weeks, and he didn't take it easy on me either, so this was quite painful. He bit one side, and I tried soo hard to squirm away for the second, but he wouldn't let me. He said "My little fuck toy needs some new bruises", and continued to bite me on my ribs. Master ordered me to flip over, and a few moments into that, he told me to cum for him. Everything was so wet, and I was so numb from holding off soo long I was having trouble getting off. I asked if I could use my toy. He got it quickly, but as I was putting it against my clit, he started wailing on my ass. The fucking continued, and he kept telling me if I didn't cum soon, he was going to take it away from me. Not just the toy, but the chance to cum. I didn't want that, I was so close. He kept smacking my bottom, and finally I came. It was long, and lovely, and felt so good. I got greedy, and asked if I could again (not sure when he would let me next), but he said no, and to turn off my toy. Master continued to fuck me pretty hard for a few more minutes before he came. Twice. I love it when he is able to have multiple orgasms. It takes a lot out of him, but damn....it's satisfying for both of us. After I got cleaned up, he was inspecting his handy work. I think he realized he hadn't left a mark on my thighs because he bit down to give me one.

If this is just easing me into what he has in store for me for the weekend, I am all game for that. I mentioned an article I read about objectification to him, and how I might be interested in trying it, though I wasn't sure if I would enjoy being called "it". Just something to think about. I'm still hoping to find a decently priced cage. Cheapest I can find on craigslist so far is $65. Well, I found one for $35, but it doesn't look like it's in the best shape. I'd prefer a new one, but Peter made a good point; why spend the $130 on a brand new cage if it turns out I don't like being caged? I just hope we can find one that is a good price and was well maintained, and not all gross from the owner letting the dog eat shit and piss in it. I mean....if I like it, we can always re-sell the one we bought and get a brand new one. Right?

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Bought a new toy. Not sure if I give it a thumbs up or not yet.

When I got to Master's house on Friday, I had to let myself in, and went to his room. I think the sound of his dog barking his fool head off, and me opening his bedroom door is what woke him up. He took a nap after getting home from work due to a relatively bad head ache. My sister was going out with a friend for dinner, so we decided to go to a restaurant by my parents house, then go hang out with her for her birthday. Master was getting ready to get in the shower when he gave me a little pat on the bottom, and I remembered how he said I was to be spanked whenever I came over. So I teased him about not doing it. I totally meant it to be cute because I knew he wasn't feeling good when I came over. He jumped in the shower, and I went to lounge on the couch and played a game on my phone while I waited. When he got out, he went to go get dressed. I stayed where I was, totally involved in trying to beat my high score, when he came back out and told me to get up, and bend over on the couch. I did so, and he went to town on my bottom, with the demand I tell him who was in charge. Once he was done, he didn't let me get up. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out the paddle "and this is for bringing your spankings up to me". Taught me my lesson for mocking him basically, and then we went to dinner.

Saturday was yet another busy day. Peter worked early, and my back was killing me. I spent most of the day laying in bed in odd positions (which were strangely comfortable). When he got back, he tried to take care of me the best he could. He also teased me a bit. Spanking me here and there, then said when we got home that night, he was going to tie me up and spank me. Of course that excited me very much, even though I was in a bit of pain (though with the motrin he gave to me, I was feeling a little better). Since my favorite toy is basically shot (the wire connection is all kinds of fucked up), we went to a local sex shop to get me a new one. I didn't find one like my beloved broken toy, but I found one that had quite a bit of power, and to top it off...it was on sale. Since we weren't going to be able to use it for a while, I had to try and calm myself while we were out. After we got back from dinner and the street fair/concert (which the cops shut the music down mid-set...ugh), we were both exhausted. We still had sex, and he still gave me plenty of bruises on my legs from biting me (one is somehow in the shape of a heart), but there was no tying up. He did allow me to use my new toy. I wasn't as pleased with it as I was hoping unfortunately. I'm hoping I just need to learn how to use it though. My previous toy was solely for clitoral stimulation, and my new one was meant for insertion (but the bullet inside was at the tip, so would likely be easily used for clitoral as well). I mean....I got of with it, but it didn't feel as epic as my other toy. When we laid down to sleep, I said thank you before falling asleep. He patted my bottom "good girl".

Peter let me sleep in on Sunday, and allowed for my dog to come in bed with me when he got up. Peter made us some breakfast, then we went to hunt down some geocaches before heading to bdubs with some of his friends for the football game. Peter wasn't only being entertained by the game, or jokes between friends. He was also having fun grabbing onto my legs and pushing on my bruises, making me squirm. The first time he did it caught me totally off guard, and I squealed a little. We decided to go back to his place to make dinner instead of getting food there, then back out for a couple more geocaches. When we got back, Master ordered me to bend over his bed for my spankings. I questioned him because I thought I was to get them only when I came over. Apparently I didn't understand quite right...he meant every day that I was there, I was to get a spanking each day. We started to get riled up, but we both felt like we needed showers from running through the woods searching. He went first, then I jumped in to get clean. When I walked into his bedroom, he had the paddle, Wartenberg wheel, flogger, and some rope laid out on the end of the bed. He kissed me, and had me sit on the bed and hold my arms out. He proceeded to tie my wrists together. He said I had been such a good girl that day, and ordered me on my knees. My orders were to lick his balls while he stroked himself, then he let me take his cock in my mouth. I had control of my movements for a short time before he held my head and fucked my mouth. Next he told me to get up and bend over. Master told me how good of a girl I was, and asked if I wanted a special treat. I said yes, and he started to roll the wheel up and down my back. Light at first, slowly putting more pressure as he went on. He spoke to me in this lovingly dominant tone...I really don't know how else to explain it. He told me how good I was, and asked if I was enjoying my treat. I cried out in pain many times, but a good kind of pain. It hurt so much that it felt good. I know to those who aren't familiar with this type of sexual activity this doesn't sound right, but believe me....it is completely right for me. After a few minutes, he stopped and ran his hands up and down my back, cooing sweetly to me how good I was, and proceeded to paddle me. Then went back to the wheel. At one point, it felt like he was nearly about to break skin and instinctively, I sort of dove forward. He stopped, rubbed my back again, and asked why I did that, grabbing onto my hips and pulling me back towards him, and paddled me for moving. Next Master grabbed the flogger and dragged it up and down my back. He asked if it felt good, and if I wanted it. So far in my time as his slave, flogging is one of my favorite things. It feels incredibly good. Master then taunted me with the tip of his cock, feeling how wet I was becoming, then said not yet. He went on to switching between the wheel, paddle, and flogger until I was literally dripping (yes....once we were done, he said I actually dripped onto the bed, and my ass was at least 12 inches in the air). Master told me how good of a slave I was, and asked me if I wanted his cock, and to ask nicely for it. I did, and I did as I was told. The sex was incredible. It hurt a bit at first, too. It always seems to hurt a little every time he initially goes in, but he was also hitting so hard, and so deep that I couldn't help but cry out from the pain. He had me with my face down, and my ass up for him to penetrate, and smacked it a few times. At one point, he pulled me up to grab my nipples and twist them really hard. I pulled away a bit, and he came out of me. Since he hadn't told me to move, he spanked me, flipped me over, and scolded me. I tried to kiss and nibble on his neck. I didn't ask permission though, so he held my neck down to gain control of me again. Then Master bit my neck. I took a couple smacks to the face for not saying thank you. He told me I should consider everything he does to me a gift, and I am to remember to say thank you for each gift he gives me. I eventually felt as if I was ready to cum, and I asked...no, I begged for permission to cum. Everything was feeling soo good, I just knew it wouldn't take much for me to explode. He said I had been so good, he would allow it. He leaned up to touch me, and within a few seconds I was squirting everywhere. Master kept on and let me cum twice, very generous of him. His grin just kept getting wider. Master said how he loved the noises that were coming out of my whore mouth. How I was his personal fuck toy, and I was being an excellent fuck toy. I twisted my wrists in the ropes to feel the pain from them cutting off the circulation as he pounded into me even harder and I cried out. I told him how much I loved his cock, and how I wanted him to fill me until he came hard. He untied my wrists before he moved, and allowed me to go clean up.

When I came back, we discussed the evening, and he asked what I liked. I explained to him how much I enjoyed it all, especially how he was speaking to me. Like I said before, the way things sound depends on how turned on I get. It's not just with the sound of certain types of paddles, or the thud of a flogger. It's also the tone of voice at certain times. His voice was sweet, and gentle. Even though his actions were painful on my part, they felt full of love and adoration. For as violent as the whole bdsm lifestyle seems, it can be quite sensual and loving. I act out as a slave when I crave the punishment. This was the first time I ever received a treat for being good (other than little spankings here and there), and I have to say....I have never been more turned on. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure I'll act out when I begin to desire a punishment, but last night was fantastic.

Unfortunately my back is killing me today. I don't believe it has anything to do with our sex last night. Master was careful, and didn't really hit the spot that hurts. I'm slightly worried I have kidney issues because of where the pain is, but it's probably just muscle pain. If it doesn't go away, I will be seeing a doctor (even though it will cost me an arm and a leg due to no insurance). I should get to eating my lunch now. Hope everyone had a lovely weekend!

An update before the weekend?

Yesterday was pretty fun! I got to Peter's house and we sat around while he finished feeding his animals, and telling me about his day at work. Then he asked me to join him to snuggle in bed. After talking for a while, things started to get a little fun. I was feeling a little feisty, so I pushed Master's buttons. Taunting him when he said he would do something, and I would come back with "who says?". So he got into a very in control mood, and had his way with me. Holding me down with his bare hands, first around my neck, then my wrists (I'm very surprised they didn't bruise from how hard he was squeezing). He kept demanding I say who was in charge. I didn't break easily. He made me beg for him. And use my manners. I would mock him and say "pretty please" in a sarcastic tone. It only made him force himself on me more, and spank my ass hard enough that it echoed to show me who was in charge. Finally, I gave in a little when he grabbed hold of my hair and told me to say his name (he demanded this a few times and it took a couple tugs on my hair for me to call him Master). He almost wasn't going to let me have my orgasm, but he did. Only I had to do it myself. He wouldn't do it for me. After he was finished, he had me clean up. When I came back I sat on the bed. He had this look on his face like he wasn't done. He asked if I knew who was in charge now. I giggled no, and he bent me over and gave me several hard cracks on the same cheek, and wouldn't switch. He demanded I tell him who was in charge. For some reason, I had caught the giggles, so I was giggling uncontrollably while he spanked me, finally caving and giving him what he wanted. Of course, he didn't stop right away....took him a few more cracks before he sat back. He told me to come sit by him. Then told me from now on, when I come over I will be spanked. I am to go right to his room (after I kiss him of course), bend over on his bed, and wait for him. Not gonna lie, kind of excited for this. We then decided to go to Best Buy, then the store to get something to make for dinner. I was going to put my panties on, but Master was still feeling very in control, so he said I couldn't wear them. So I had to go out without my panties on. In a dress. It was a little windy out, too. Yeah, that was fun. I joked with him as we were leaving if I was going to have to ask him to put my cardigan and rain boots on as well, and he said yes (and for the future, if he happens to be in a controlling mood, I'll have to do it then as well). It wasn't until we were on our way back to his place when I realized how much I actually liked him having control over simple things like if I'm allowed to wear certain articles of clothing, or if I can do things or not. It somehow turned me on even more (and I wasn't sure if that was even possible). When we got back, Master started to pull out the pizza pan for dinner while I unloaded my bag. He had me put my juice in the fridge, and go put my panties back on. When I did that, I had noticed how wet the whole experience had made me, and told him about it. He checked, and started to touch me. I asked if I could cum, and he kept denying me. He made me beg for it, yet again, before I could. After that, I went to help him in the kitchen. He told me to bend over where I stood, then proceeded to spank me with the pizza pan before having me grab the pizza from the freezer. We stood in the kitchen for a while and made kissy faces, just loving the company of the other. Snuggling last night was so nice. It was kind of chilly in his house, and Peter wrapped himself around me all night.

Peter did something totally unfair this morning. He had to get up for work really early this morning, so while I was still in bed asleep, he comes in completely naked and lays in bed with me. He was really cold, so I lifted up my shirt, and wrapped myself around him. I was really warm, so he was loving it (and I think I got him back for coming to bed totally naked when he really had to get dressed and leave for work). He told me I was to drink a big glass of my juice when I got up, and that he reset the alarm for me. He left, and I snuggled under the blankets with his dog for a couple more hours. Didn't really get back to sleep completely, but I got a little more rest. Woke up with a headache, drank my juice (and even poured more to take to work), and here I am. This weekend should be good. Today is my sister's birthday, and we might be going to hang out with her and my family. He works early tomorrow, so we won't be able to stay out too late. Saturday night we'll be going to a concert at a local street fair that I'm REALLY excited about. Sunday we might go to said street fair, but we're not sure yet.

I should wonder off and get back to work (there's only so much I can do right now, so I had some time to type). I have a bunch of tasks to do for a big project. It's not due for a while, but I just like to be ahead of the game.