I am thinking about auctioning off my thirtieth birthday spanking for charity. The way I look at it, I know at least one of my friends is going to spank me. I might as well do it for a good cause.
Update at 10 p.m.: My street is incredibly quiet. All of the sudden, ten minutes ago it was as bright as a tanning bed! My neighbor, the methamphetime user that sleeps in the shed, is being arrested! (Again). The police have two cars here. That comprises half of the police force of my satellite city! Damn, that is better than reality t.v.
I hope I can sleep tonite. Last nite, I had another lucid dream. Zule can attest that I often have these weird dreams where I wake up screaming. I had one last nite. I ended up sleeping on the couch and not the tempurpedic. That is how frightened I was. BTW, the tempurpedic mattress is everything the t.v. advertisments claim, although I've never tried to throw an egg at it. My cat yes: an egg no.