Sanctuary

Wow, today sucked ass. I will not elaborate, since the reasons for today sucking ass had to do with work, and so cannot be trusted to the indiscreet intarnets. But Jesus, man. Jesus. What a cluster fuck.

The purely ethical thing for me to have done was get the heck out of Dodge. Of course, pure ethics do not a rent payment make. Or a car payment. Or payments for various wedding sundries. Witness the blighting of the human soul through cold necessity. I did not do anything illegal or mutinous. I simply did not stand up and say, “This is lame, cheese dick, I’m leaving.” As I should have.

It’s a common ailment. I detested myself a little bit today.

I came home to Curt, happily making a blackened chicken caesar salad. I got my customary hug and kiss, and had a nice dinner with him. After that, I took a nap, finished Skin Tight, and had a strawberry popsicle. It’s almost bedtime now.

I am immensely thankful for the time I have to myself, with Curt, or with the cats. This is an inviolate place, into which assholes will not trespass. This is why my life, despite the little mishaps [like work and Catholicism], is good. Because at the end of the day, I own a red-head over whom I have Jedi powers, and cats that I can bully into letting me pet them. This freedom is important. Nobody owns this, but me.

No cheese dicks allowed!