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Although it is 43 degrees, the sun is out and it does not feel bitterly cold at all. I was going to take my walk, having been homebound for over a week because of the cold weather. I have been aching to feed the ducks, as I don’t suppose they have been receiving a lot of visitors over this cold spell. But then I remembered that Pop has a dental appointment this morning. Just cannot get a break. Maybe tomorrow morning will be just as nice.
Dec. 11th, 2013
I still don’t care for the way that Sammy fouls up the water dish by dunking his paw in there to lick it off, but I had to smile as I watched him today from behind. He looks distinctly monkey-ish. He stands up a little when he does this, and his foreleg and paw can look more like an arm and a hand. It is a cute impression: Sammy as a smart monkey.
Masturbatory Masturbation
Dec. 11th, 2013 10:45 amI blew away that morning all the way to hell, didn’t I? Pop had a dental appointment, and off I go to my room with the laptop under my arm.
But I am starting to feel a stronger sense of regret about wasting so much time and energy in the wastes of masturbation. As part of this whole aging thing, I am feeling more acutely the pain of wasting so much time and energy on nothing. Yet, what exactly is being ‘wasted’? It’s not like my reading and blogging carries any social or cultural relevance. So what if I spend an hour wanking rather than getting deeper into my books or my news harvesting? Isn’t it all masturbation of one sort or another? But I feel regretful nonetheless. I would prefer to spend more time working with good writing and illuminating ideas rather than making myself cum to pornography.
But I am starting to feel a stronger sense of regret about wasting so much time and energy in the wastes of masturbation. As part of this whole aging thing, I am feeling more acutely the pain of wasting so much time and energy on nothing. Yet, what exactly is being ‘wasted’? It’s not like my reading and blogging carries any social or cultural relevance. So what if I spend an hour wanking rather than getting deeper into my books or my news harvesting? Isn’t it all masturbation of one sort or another? But I feel regretful nonetheless. I would prefer to spend more time working with good writing and illuminating ideas rather than making myself cum to pornography.
