Playing Catch-Up

This weekend and start of the week has been rather confused and blog-free because of various reasons. I had some computer hiccups which were annoying rather than fatal but underscore the joy of computation. I was busy, and tired, and sick, not necessarily in that order. I was lonesome too. And I was profoundly un-sexy throughout I'm afraid. I couldn't even muster mild smoldering.

The drama of the previous week has receded into memory, as all players attempt to pretend that nothing happened. I'm fine with that; keep me out of it, I say. It did result in a few days of tension, which only exacerbated my somewhat-tense condition. Then I think I may have gotten either heat stroke or dehydration from working in a building which has, charitably, "air conditioning." I'm very sensitive to temperature, I'm afraid, and I dehydrate at the drop of a hat. My throat bugged me too. I'm not saying all of this for sympathy, just as a report. Please don't be sympathetic. And if you're going to be, my favorite online sympathy gift is questions to answer or porn, remember that.

The big news was that I loaned my car to Sveta (who can drive, despite it perhaps seeming like she can't because I never talk about her driving, but doesn't have a car) so she can drive to see Ernst. I wish I could have gone with her. She's sending me little snippet emails every so often suggesting that the getting is good, and she's getting plenty. "His cock is so tasty," was the last one I got, some hours ago. Damn it.

This was all part of a big plan, involving Sveta lying to her parents and arranging with me to get a car, which I let her have because my parents are sympathetic sorts who are suckers for romance, so they said I could borrow their car during the times I need to have a car this week, and other times I can live without it. I just hope she doesn't break down on the road home; my cars have been known to do that in the past. Once I broke down in the middle of nowhere on my way back to college after surprising my family for Thanksgiving. Yeah, that was fun.

In other news, I got a fun email from Sheri, who is, of course, still crazy. She sent a picture which she said I could share, just in case people have gotten tired of looking at me.

She's still working the job she's sworn she's going to quit for the past five years it seems like, and doing quite well for herself. Still the irrepressible scamp, despite being a button-down businesswoman now. I don't get it; I bet everyone in our youth was convinced that I would be the businesswoman and Sheri would be either living in a commune somewhere or in jail. Okay, maybe that's a bit harsh; I just can't fathom my crazy sister being in an office. Of course, it doesn't help that she's screwing the boss seventeen ways to Sunday. I'd say it was getting serious, because this is one of the longer relationships she's had, except for the fact that he's married, they always meet on the sly, and she's fucking other people at the same time. Her sex life makes mine look positively Puritanical by comparison.

Maybe I'm feeling a bit jealous. She's got a good job, all kinds of sex, a life which really should be blogged, and money. I've got very little of any of that at the moment. The solution is probably to seek out some excitement, and I keep meaning to do that. Maybe I will. Sheri's not lording it over me or anything; she wants me to have a fun time too, which is why she keeps inviting me to come to her place and have a threesome with her boss. Because that wouldn't get her a promotion at all, would it?

Anyway, the prolonged silence isn't anything but life. I'm alive and okay, for the most part. Don't worry about me.