Felt like shit
Or at best “Death, slightly microwaved” all day yesterday. The combination of hustling dirt and logs and other BS in 100 degree heat plus sinus crap and etc. is getting to me, and it didn’t help that I didn’t sleep worth a fiddlers damn mon PM.
Last night, I woke at the usual time to empty my bladder, and despite the kickstand, managed to get most of it in the toilet. Then still despite the kickstand, managed to get my ass back in bed and back to sleep. So I got a solid 7 hrs of sleep and now feel as if I am very nearly human, or at least human like.
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…the “kickstand” meaning…?
Kickstand. Morning wood. The erection so stiff that it flips you up on your side and makes it difficult to urinate except out a window.
You use some of the most interesting metaphors.
Or maybe I just haven’t been around. I don’t know.
It must be the stimulation from the new undies?
Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX
Sleep naked. There, you try to pry that vision out of your mind.
Ugh. I think I’ll go back to thinking about Commando Nigella.
Dude, I offered both dirt and a tractor/loader to move it.
You chose ….poorly
You have a magic tractor that removes pollen from the air and clears sinuses, and will help me get a good nights sleep?
You understood-poorly.
Huh. I’ve known about kickstands since I was 12, or about 1957. That’s when I heard the old saw about why girls have trouble sleeping on their sides—No kickstand.
Well it was funny in ’57.
And it wasn’t until about ’62 or ’63 that I had the delight of helping a girl sleep on her side.
Afterward.
Note to self: Never, ever, share a hotel room with og.
Lord Morningwood can be quite exigent and cranky in his demands.