Nocturnal Wanderings

So since the move, let's just say my nights have been filled with interesting thoughts. I'm not sure if it's specifically the new apartment, the disgusting heat or the meds, but every night it seems I have a completely vivid, totally lucid dreams. And let's just say they're a little more erotic than usual. And they usually involve co-workers. (And ALL of my male coworkers are married with small children so that's not gonna work) Granted I'm horny, I'm always horny, but this seems this is a special brand of frisky. I am crawling the walls here people. And worse yet, I seem to be giving off some sort of pheremones because all the crew guys keep ogling me (even the day I didn't wear the pigtails and the little girl dress) and some even address me by name, even though I've never met them. A wee bit weird.

I love my new little corner of the world.

Love it love it love it. It may be 152º and retain that heat like a mofo, but it's such a peaceful place to live now. No crazy neighbors, no barking dogs, no drag strip outside my door. Granted there may be some blood on the back of my closet door, and there's talk that the woman who used to live her was beated by her boyfriend (while pregnant no less). Guy sounds like a winner. Another neighbor (of the African American persuasion) mentioned the boyfriend flew the Confederate flag and liked blues but didn't realize black people started it. I've got the sage out to cleanse out the demons.