This is why I sing I want some contact, contact.

Had a shitty night last night. Flailed around in bed. Haunted my apartment like a ghost. And then, when not haunting, had some of the craziest, most vivid sex dreams. Which is strange for me. I’ve never been a big sex dream person, even while going through puberty. And as for actual wet dreams, well, I think I could count on one hand the number of those I’ve had in my life. Probably 'cuz I just have so much sex in my waking hours that there’s little left over for my sleeping ones.

Hardy har.

So I woke up all disoriented and, um, frustrated. Sucks.