I also blame grad school for the weird esoteric sex dream I had last night:
I was in the secluded upstairs of a fancy vintage bookstore -- and I called a lover for a blowjob. Uhh? "Oh baby, let's do it in the Oscar Wilde?"
Saturday, August 29, 2009
"Oh, baby, let's do it in the Oscar Wilde."
I'm resurfacing here to say that graduate school is having its desired effect. I wrote 2000 words in 4 hours last night, and have a full weekend of writing (with breaks for bike rides, meals with friends, & downtime) ahead of me. I'm the happiest I've been in a long, long time. Grad school appears to suit me, if the first week is any indication. The classes are fun and I like my professors and the work is, uh, kinda helping me stay on track to write my little hands off.
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2 main questions-- was that quote actually spoken in your dream, or are you commenting on the situation from an awake perspective? and, which way was the bj going?
E., peach, how could I miss this comment?
The Oscar Wilde quote was NOT spoken in the dream; the quote is me commenting on the situation when awake.
And, I don't know which way the blowjob was going! I didn't specify in the call, I just said "Meet me for a blowjob," and then I woke up before anything naughty happened! Pity!
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