- i am sick to death of eating chicken noodle soup, going downstairs to the café for coffee each morning, and again at lunch for soup [and when i say "coffee" and "chicken noodle soup" i also mean lasagne and a package of ten sugar cookies with sickeningly-sweet pink icing] is not enough to keep me from going stir-crazy;
- i have tried each of the seven cockrings, the leather harness and the nipple clamps that are hanging in my closet. luckily each of them still fits perfectly and will not have to be replaced in advance of my retreat to england next week. not that i expect there to be a rowdy leather crowd in the small cornish village where i will be lodging, but one should be prepared for the unknown;
- i have also watched almost every video on xtube and am ready for some new uploaded files. who shall oblige until the quarantine is lifted tomorrow before working hours?
did i mention i have a doctor's coat, stethoscope, latex gloves and scrubs for anyone to wear whilst making a "house call?"
[cough,cough]
there, i just did.
in the background::doctor! doctor!:thompson twins
