Ugh. Pushing to be fully independant again, I waited till every one was gone yesterday, and snuck off to hang out with Mel. I then decided rather than blow my limited money having a drink, I went to the grocery store, bought salmon and asparagus and other tasy treats.

I got home and Craig came over. Then we sat around chatting, eating pot pies, and had a couple of “grey hounds”. He had to leave to go open Second Skin (local leather BDSM store) at 9 a.m.

Thanks to the couple of drinks I got to sleep easy, and woke with that funky taste in my mouth.

Lucia is on her way over, and “empty is at home finishing a final piece on the loft.

I had a really good session tomorrow…I have been getting a lot of use out of my new piece of dungeon furniture in just the 2 days that I have had it here. It has endless options for positions, and I have had both boys and girls on it.

No pain or broken bone will keep me down. I am determined. the position of the bone looks like it will heal normally, but I still have to go for follow up Xrays and to see and orthopedic.

I actually will be back at the Lil beaux Peep Show next weekend. I will be singing 2 numbers and trying to avoid physical exertion…

My grandmother is desperately hoping that this broken bone will force me to live with her. Not on your life. I can’t live with anyone, period…I hate other people living in my house. It drives me nuts. To have a live in slave I would have to have a duplex/double or a garage apartment.