Too Much Cleavage!

It's five-thirty in the frickin' morning and I'm sitting in my living room, my tea kettle about to start screaming in the kitchen. I like a little black tea in the morning to get me going. I have found that the combination of a cup of black tea, followed by a small cup of joe gives me a good prolonged boost of energy, and the tea helps curve hunger pains. Nothing worse than that empty-stomach-in-the-morning feeling. Blech.

Anyway, let me tell you about this dream I had, involving my boss: One morning I decide to wear a super cleavage-y top to work, and my tits were looking quite nice. They were a bit bigger than in real life, and apparently, they offended my boss. By "offended", I mean they were too distracting, and he sent me home to change my shirt. 
  For some reason, it took me all day to find a different shirt to wear, and then make my way back to work. I didn't get there until six o clock, but I did offer to stay and work on back stuff. 
   It was a very stressful dream. I was put off by being told to go change, and then all these things happened to me while I was home, that delayed me getting back. No, I can't remember the details, but I remember the stress of it all. 
  And the boobs.
   I miss playing with boobs.
   

Kelly R. 

The Work Drain

So, dilemma: 
  I'm discovering that as my career grows, and I'm now in the Mon-Fri 40+ hour workweek grind, that my creativity has been drained. 
  Part of it is out of mental exhaustion at the end of the day- my brain is just shot, I can't come up with anything. 
  And the other part of it is that as my career grows, and I'm finally starting to feel like I'm getting somewhere adult-like, I don't have as much of an urge to create in order to prove myself. Does that make sense?  Before, my writing was not just something to let out my creativity, but it was a strive towards purpose and productivity. Like, see? I'm not just a stripper, I'm a writer. Ahh, the good ole days. Sorta. 
  But maybe it's just an adjustment. It will all sort itself out. And not having a day off in the middle of the week is a bit rough- whatever you gotta get done you can hopefully get done on Saturday. Like, getting snow tires put on. This week had some hairy nights of driving home, let me tell you. 
  Ok, well I have a gross bathroom to get cleaned. Started a bleach soak, and consequently ruined my leggins. Fuck. 
  I hope everyone has an awesome weekend!! 
K