I guess since Master has to work tomorrow, friday has a lot less meaning than normal. Still, fridays just *seem* happier somehow. ^^ Yesterday was a good but busy day.
THIS PICTURE OF SAMANTHA IS MOVING TOO QUICKLY FOR YOU TO SEE!
First off, I don’t know where it came from, but I had this crazy burst of energy yesterday and just wanted to get things done. We still had a couple of boxes which were totally not unpacked despite the fact that we moved here 5 months ago! As I was gutting the second bedroom to make way for the futon, I had this desire to just conquer lol. Had to happen eventually, I guess. Anyway, I purged a bunch of things which needed purging, and I totally unpacked EVERY remaining box we had, plus I reorganized a few new places. Unfortunately the futon didn’t arrive until AFTER Master got home, but it’s OK. We worked on it and built it together.Here’s a picture of it. Totally totally awesome. I’m just glad to have a place to work from now. I hated piling blankets up on the ground.
Two pigs on my futon!
One of the things which was just hanging around sadly in the second bedroom was my Guitar Hero guitars. Let me tell you, it has taken me a LONG time to finally let them go. Hell, I even moved them out here with us. I haven’t had the guitar hero games in a long ass time, I think I sold them a year or so ago… But the guitars, the guitars were another story. Let me start by saying that I took to guitar hero like a fish to water. I have *never* found myself to take to anything like I did to this game. Maybe it sounds silly to most of the world, but I was in it to win it. I would play every chance I got and at one point, my wrist started to swell. Did I stop? Hell no. I was scared to stop, because I didn’t want to lose all the skill I had attained. It got to a point where I would need to set the timer for one hour, play for an hour, and then ice my wrist for the following hour. Play again and repeat. What kind of person does that? Someone who was gearing up for her first public Guitar Hero competition. At one point, I was ranked 50,000 in the WORLD out of over 2 million players. Guitar Hero was a part of my life. When I started Massage School though, all the massages I was giving weakened my wrist even further (remember that I was icing the damned thing constantly), and I really, really injured it. I got a nerve injury which took forever to heal. We’re talking 6 months wearing a brace 24/7, then another year and a half wearing the brace to bed. I’m finally at a point in my life where I don’t need to wear the brace anymore, but my wrist is still not perfect. It’s getting way better though. Moving here was the best thing I could have done for it, actually. All that packing and lifting seemed to help strengthen it.
I guess the point I’m trying to make is that, I had a hard time letting go because it is the only thing I feel like I had a real talent for. True it wasn’t a real guitar, but if you’ve ever played the game, you’ll know it takes a certian type of skill. I didn’t want to let go of feeling like I was really truly GOOD at something. But in the end, I value my wrist more than a video game and I had to let go. Yesterday seemed like a good time to do just that. I managed to cross off item #83 from my day zero project list, which means I now have 14% complete with 969 days left.
The inside of the dumpster. Proof positive that I got rid of them for good.
I couldn’t have actually gotten them out if I wanted. The guitars were out of my reach once I threw them in there, even if it doesn’t look like it in the picture.
No sex yesterday. Not much of anything yesterday, actually. When Master and me got done eating dinner, he got another call from work saying that he needed to work remotely. And he did. He worked until just about bed time, poor bastard. I just always feel bad for him. When there’s problems at work, it doesn’t matter if he is there or not, he has to fix ’em.
One thing Master did mention to me a couple days ago is that he wishes I would write more in-depth detail about our sex scenes. I would, but I can’t seem to get it right. See, I don’t know how the rest of you manage to stay so “present” during your sex and sex scenes, but I just am not. I get lost in the pleasure and pain of it all, and I truly cannot recall what happened and in which order. lol. I get snip-its, and I try to post some of thoes, but sometimes a scene can go on for a while, and I just am not *that* cohearent for that long of a time. lol. ;) I hope that makes some sense writing it out like this.