I haven't written anything in awhile. Sorry about that, folks. This lady has been a bit busy lately. Work/business is picking up, which is nice. Keeping a somewhat normal sleep schedule again (well, at least until tonight), which always works out better for me. I got to hang out with Ms. Noir the other evening, which was so relaxing. I don't see her nearly often enough. Oh, and girlfriend can make a MEAN cocktail!! I was stumbling when I left her place and my man had to pretty much pour me into the truck. I'd gone to a D-backs game that day, so in my vodka-soaked haze, I decided that singing "Take Me Out To The Ballgame" on the way home at the top of my lungs at every stoplight was a great idea. In case you didn't figure it out, I can NOT hold liquor well. My dad's Irish and my mom's Native American. Between the two, I should be able to knock back a respectable amount. Not the case. I got the Irish urge for booze, and the native's tolerance for it. I've never been able to hold myself upright too well after anything more than 1 glass of wine, or 1 beer, or one shot of hard liquor. Ever. Sigh. But, at least when I WANT to get shit-faced, I don't have to drive myself to the poorhouse to do it.
I got a text tonight from a client telling me how much he needed me. He was asking about the clients I've mentioned before, H and J. He asked who they were, and if he should be jealous. I love knowing that someone can't get me out of their head. Such a power trip.
It's 5:23am, and I haven't slept yet. I'm gonna go drink a vodka & blueberry juice cocktail and go to sleep.
Spanks & hugs....