Last week I had spent all week preparing for Sunday’s show/my birthday show.

This week I have to spend this week losing sleep preparing to start back to my monthly play parties. This month the party is a combined effort of my dungeon and hosting Club FEM’s play party. Mistress Nan and I met for lunch and to discuss the plans.

I feel that the way I had the house arranged for the last couple of months left 2 rooms feeling less hospitable, and for a play party I feel the need to make each room more comfortable so all the rooms feel welcoming to play in, and every one doesn’t gravitate and crowd in to the other rooms to play.

I have 6 rooms, and all are packed with equipment and dungeon furniture, but recently 2 of the rooms felt really bleak and poorly arranged. So as usual I create so much work for myself and then am over whelmed by the amount of things I have invented that must be completed. This is a compulsion I seem to have no interest in breaking, even though I bitch about it all the time. I must secretly get obscene amounts of pleasure from the stress my projects put me under; that or I just get pleasure from bitching.

Well, I took the last 12 hours as a small vacation. My stress load was so intense from the whole week of mardi gras and the last 3 days that I had a strange experience last night while trying to sleep. I went into a meditative state that resembled sleep and began to halucinate that I was going to these different parties. I hadn’t had a drink…I was stone cold sober. I was really in bed at my XBF’s house, and he says that anytime he slightly moved I would open my eyes and having all these conversations with him. In my mind he was at all these parties with me and when he would move I would be almost awake and crossing wires between my subconcious and the real world in which I lay in bed.

This is a definite sign that if I didn’t take last evening away from my computer and work-aholic lifestyle immediately I would have probably given myself an anxiety attack today.

Then today I was really naughty. I went to Harrah’s Casino. I was about to leave the casino with a $10 loss on slots, but on my way out I saw something I couldn’t resist! UNIVERSAL MONSTERS PENNY SLOT MACHINE!!!! I played myself into the poor house in less than 30 minutes. They found my trigger…monsters! My panties were practically ruined by watching the Bride of Frankenstien pop up over and over again.

I determined the only slot machine that would truly take all my will power and reasoning away completely would be one where certain patterns would result in a short animation of “Areala the Warrior Nun” and the “Bride of Frankenstien” in a cat fight till both were naked except for cool pasties on their nipples and sexy patent leather boots. “The Bride” would have her hair still in tact and the Warrior Nun” would have her habit. And it would be even better if another pattern would cause animation of hot lesbian porn between “Areala the Warrior Nun” and The Bride! Oh what a wonderful world it would be. Two of my favorite fantasy women together at last…sucking every hard earned cent from me via slot machine.

Maybe they should make X-rated slot machines such as this and put them in adult video stores…that would be a briliant business idea. Imagine combining the addiction to pornographic animation and the addiction to gambling into one product! Oh, all the ideas that I come up with that I could never afford to bring into being.