I. Want. To. Have. Sex.
This sucks. 2 weeks without and counting. Looks like I’ve still got another week left, too. Fucking Mike has turned me into a god-damned nympho sex addict. I went 19 years without being remotely interested in having sex. Then I spent two years largely unexcited by it. Now all of a sudden going two weeks without makes me feel like I’m gonna die. It certainly doesn’t help to spend so much time around something as delicious looking as him.
And as I have these thoughts, I find myself wondering for the 100th time: What the hell is going to happen to me when he’s gone?