zarth

Yesterday, I:

Had steak and eggs for breakfast (bloody rare, sunny side up, with yukon gold hash browns, and a bowl of strawberries);

Worked out for an hour on the punching bag;

Found a wicked sweet antique scythe someone had just left on the street;

Had hours of kinky sex (a girl who can gracefully walk backwards on her knees is a true treasure);

Had creme brulee and white chocolate cake for dessert;

And got ten hours of sleep.

Obviously, all of this has left a gaping void in my soul.

I have nothing to complain about.