1,000 Miles of driving across two states, three days in the truck, two plane tickets for babygirl and thing2--and babygirl is safely ensconced on the other side of the country far away from thing1.
I. Am. So. Friggin. Tired.
My unwanted award seems to be glowing ever more brightly by the day...
I keep saying that, like everything else in life, D/s moves in cycles. Somedays I wonder if I'm just trying to convince myself to make me feel better lol.
Because lately I have been feeling about as submissive as a rock.
Scratch that, rocks are probably far easier to deal with--they don't talk back, and tend to stay in their place.
At this point, I probably shouldn't be talking at all, even in type. I think I'm going to practice becoming one with the couch for a bit. Lofty goals here huh lol.