I don't know why I'm blogging. I guess I don't know what else to do with myself. I'm too tired to write. I'm needing to correct myself all over the place as I type. I hope it's coherant when it's done.

Today was a great day. Productive. Fun. Sociable... right up until the part where Obi didn't come home at the end of it. It's now 11.08pm. I'm cooking his dinner.

I look pretty hot. Or at least I think so. No one is here to tell me otherwise. I got all dressed up, planning a home date. It's friday. He's always more attentive on Friday. It's often the only day of the week I feel like he wants me... like that... you know. I even did my make up. I never wear make up, but a little while back he put in a "special request". I always try to grant his special requests. I think he's forgotten every single one of mine though But best not to think about that when I'm feeling like this.

Pitty party is moving back to the kitchen now. Disregard this. Everything is better in the morning.