So I finally got into that class that I wanted-- Behavioral Ecology. So that's good news... And Colleen can't visit, at least for a while, so that's bad news.
Max isn't home yet, so that's bad news. But I got paid, so that's good news.
The other day Paula asked me if I was having lots of phone sex. The answer, honestly, is no. It's... just... so... weird. I think it stems from my hatred of phones in the first place. I mean, I hate talking on the phone, so that's not really condusive to sex. Plus, don't you just feel really corny or worse, perverted, asking for someone to give you a PIECE with their seductive words? I mean... are they supposed to say what they're "doing" in this fantasy, or are they supposed to respond? Like, would you ASK for a phone-line vocal BJ, or just say "Yeah, baby, that feels nice." But, I mean, DOES it feel nice? It WOULD, in real life, no doubt, but it DOESN'T feel like anything on the phone, really.
So no, I don't do phone sex.
Today I bought 4 Hunter S. Thompson books from Amazon. Thus adding to my collection of gonzo journalism.