  ~*~*~*~* Post-Lunch Slump I'm drinking coffee because I stared into space long enough for drool to accumulate in my mouth and start making its escape onto my keyboard. Ten minutes later and the top of my head feels tingly and light and I can hear blood speeding through my body, all the way to my fingertips. I haven't had caffeine in years so I hope it will feel like crack very soon. I'm tired and sleepy because I forced myself to walk up the stairs instead of taking the elevator. I made it to floor 8 out of 17. With my big-heeled patent leather mary janes, it felt like climbing the everest. I was supposed to go to the gym this morning and work out properly like I said I would, but there was a naked boy in my bed and I couldn't get up until 5 minutes before my bus was scheduled to depart. So instead I went up the stairs twice and figured it equivalent to 20 minutes on the dreaded stair-master.. Over lunch my fellow downtown corporate whore homo friend Dirk and I compared our relationships.
His long-distance boyfriend plays passive-aggressive mind games over the phone. My pseudo-sweetheart communicates too well about things that offend me "Yes, the last girlfriend didn't do much for me. It was a fetish thing. " Dirk's Jake is obsessed with pop music to the point of absurdity. M is obsessed with oversimplifying people. And porn. We agreed that we have to accept these drawbacks for the positive attributes of our (in)significant others. Or good sex.. I told Dirk that all of my troubles would be solved if M was a deaf-mute. Maybe we can reach some sort of a compromise. I’ll grow my hair long if he stops talking. 
