Tuesday Tales

Slow day at work. I spent a lot of time surfing the Internet and reading blogs. The latter's quite fascinating: intermixed with the 'angst' posts, politics (mostly links) and gadgets (again, mostly links) are some bright, interesting gems. Some included:

a bodybuilder who seems to enjoy showing off her strength on sexist men

a married man secretly venting his lust for other men

a man, his gf, and a dildo. (Enough said)

erotica (badly written)

guy lamenting the loss of his waterbed

woman, newly divorced, and reveling in the fact

a guy wanting...something (I couldn't tell from the posts)

After work I drove home and fell into a stupor in front of the HDTV. I spoke with R. briefly (who was driving to the hospital for an admission), then drove out to meet my friends G. and C.

We chatted amicably about a variety of subjects, mostly books. G.'s reading another esoteric classic while C. reading more mainstream. We joked, of course, as only guys can do about everything (e.g., puns, books, and--of course--other folks.)

Oh! I ordered a peach pie at the restaurant (see Forge.) I promptly devoured it when I got home after 11 PM. Probably one of the major reasons I didn't sleep well. But it was so tasty!