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stung

2006-02-25 / 2:50 a.m.
fuck, this vacation sped by like summer break in 3rd grade. it's over--i go back to work at 6pm tonight. i'm staying up all night so i can get back on my 3rd shift sleep schedule, which of course i didn't follow at all while off work.

my mistake for those 12 days off was planning way too much prior to vin and i going to the cabin in brown co. i ran errands and didn't give myself enough leisure time. i did go up to lafayette to visit my big fat friend nikie, and that was fun. she hosted my first sex toy party (now that i'm a bonafide consultant) and that turned out great too!

vin and i arrived at the cabin on the 19th and returned home on the 24th. we ate lots of great fud, had sex everywhere possible, and dried our skins out by hot tubbing more than once a day. that batroom in the cabin was fucking sweet. it had a jacuzzi tub in it for two, and a luxury shower that could have easily fit an orgy of 4-5 people in it. on the outside deck there was a hot tub, but i just couldn't relax in it as well as the one inside the house, which uses fresh water every time. even though looking at the stars was phenom, i just felt weird stewing in a chlorinated crock pot.

we had a minor inconvenience during the stay: i was stung by a wasp. now, i haven't been stung by anything in 21 years, and have an allergy to stinging insects. naturally, since it was the middle of winter, i neglected to have my epi-pen with me in case of anaphalaxis. fortunately, i had no breathing difficulty, but i broke out in a blistery rash from my elbow to my brachial artery. i had to go to the immediate (yeah right) care facility where we lovingly wasted 2 precious hours there.

i'm reading "a prayer for owen meany" which is turning out to be pretty good. vin told me that andy had been reading that book prior to his death, which holds some extra meaning in it for me. i'm taking my time on purpose because anything i can do that connects me with andy makes me feel better. i miss that fucker--sometimes i worry that i'm going to forget what he looks like because he's been gone for so long. fortunately, we have lots of pictures of him.

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