I have a million half-written posts (some from weeks ago, some from months ago) that I just can’t seem to get around to finishing.  Or they’ve become irrelevant.  Or they’re tripe.  Yanno.

To be fair, I’m also pretty distracted by the knowledge that at this very time in 11 days, I’ll be with my Man, not home alone. Life honestly doesn’t get any better (or more distracting) than that. And trying to compose a new blog post at the moment involves about a half hour of backspacing things like “omfgholyshityay” and then realizing there was no actual substance to my post to begin with.

I’ve been working all holiday weekend, but Tuesday I’ll put together a real post. I have a non-BDSM post I might put up tomorrow, but, eh.

In the meantime, enjoy this bullet-list:

• I saw Star Trek for the second time yesterday. Cried like a baby AGAIN. Had my face rocked off AGAIN.  (Amused myself by making Slylar-skull-cutting motions and mouthing “Sylaaaaah” every time Zachary Quinto said something violent AGAIN.)
• I visited my mother who noticed my new oral hardware. She asked why I got my tongue pierced again. I said I wanted to. She said, “No, actually, you didn’t.” So now I’m realizing I’m going to have to work on a better cover story because when I assured her “Yes, I did,”  she rolled her eyes and said ‘Yeah, okay, suuuure you did.”
• I found an “I Can Haz Cheezburger?” app for my iPhone. It goes without saying the rest of the world pales in comparison to that unadulterated world of awesome.
• I lied when I said it was “11 days” until I see Antonio. It’s 10 days, 23 hours, 35 minutes and 39 seconds. Not that I’m counting or anything.  *grins*