All the valium I've been popping to put up with your shit takes it toll, my love

Yeah, all MY Valium.

What can I say? I gotta take something for the traumatising monster in your pants. I'm still not stretched out yet!

I understand, just keep your hands off my damn blow.

What's yours is mine!

Whatever, just get in bed. Daddy's in the mood for some sticky pleasure.

I'll be there in a minute, Daddy. Prepare the restraints.

I'm posting this from a holiday home in Iceland where I'll be spending the next couple of weeks. Unfortunately I'm pretty sleep-deprived and have a rough headache that's preventing me from replacing my brain with caffeine to allow me to function. I also flew for the first time ever and discovered that I really don't like it. Not the best start but I'm sure it'll be better by tomorrow.

What exactly about flying don't you like?

Eh, I don't like the feeling of being stuck in a compartment completely at the mercy of your plane's engines. At least in transports like a ferry there's a number of safe escapes in the event of a catastrophe. Call me a wimp but I just hate being in that kind of situation.

Anyway, my headache's still pretty bad so I can't go through with my plan of getting hammered every other night yet but thanks to timezones I do have an excuse to go and fall asleep an hour early. Hopefully I'll be returning to the world of functioning human beings tomorrow.