Thursday, September 2

Work in progress, pt. 1

I’m suddenly really dizzy and can barely support my own weight as I’m cumming in Angie’s mouth, and I have to take my free hand off of her head and put it on the headboard to make sure I don’t fall on top of her. I finish cumming and roll off of her, trying to remember everything I took tonight and the last time I came, then I realize I’m on painkillers, wine, and some mood stabilizers Angie had laying around, plus the Cialis, so I convince myself I’m not having a stroke and let myself pass out. Angie mutters something about how I taste different but I’m almost unconscious and definitely not paying attention.

I wake up about an hour later and throw Angie’s arm off of me, trying to at least find my underwear so I’ve got just SOMETHING on, and finally I find them in the dark, wrapped up in the sheets, and slide them back on. I put my knees on the floor and as soon as I put weight on them it’s about ten or fifteen pins, give or take, stabbing into my right knee; there’s probably only about five in the left one. There’s some slight grumbling but I finally get all the way up and make my mildly agonizing way to the bathroom.

I consider taking a shower to get all of these fucking fluids off of me but laziness overtakes neurosis and I just take a piss and look through the medicine cabinet: anti-depressant that I’ve never had, Xanax, Percocet, Tylenol, NyQuil, Midol, the mood-stabilizer, deodorant, toothpaste, floss, backup toothpaste, spare toothbrush. I grab the Xanax and a Percocet and down them with sink water, then make my way back to the bedroom. I can see drool kind of... glistening on Angie’s lips down to her pillow, and the sight of more bodily fluids is making me dizzy again so I slide into my side of the bed and try to avoid looking at her. I stare at the alarm clock for awhile, trying to remember if I even have a reason to go into the office tomorrow, then decide I don’t and just pass out again.