trying to wrap up loose ends in memphis. it's making me a bit crazy. all feels pretty good in the world until i look back there and i get funky as a fat mans drawers.
thank goodness for one lone memphis servant who will be picking up the last of my things and getting them shipped off after the new year. between people freaking out and relapsing mildly on manthrax... ugh. i can't wait until tomorrow, cause it gets better everyday.
speaking of funky... i spoke with a sf/la submissive with a perversion so funky i hazard to tell it here. makes me feel so bloody normal!
