Do you think he‘d be good at oral?

I’ve been told by a man who shall remain namelessly close to me that I am a warrior and this is my path and I should relax and enjoy it. Right now, as in today, the only relaxation I seem to get is in the moments that I stop doing whatever it is I have to do to get my work done, and masturbate. Yes, I said MASTURBATE. I think I’ve gone like 5 or 6 times already. It doesn’t take long, not with my trusty little water dancer, and for the 5-10 minutes before I actually cum, I have the clearest head I’ve had in years. He, the above mentioned boy but not the man in the picture, says I should meditate, and I’m thinking about it, but I haven’t got the time to both meditate and masturbate. Although, now that I’ve masturbated enough, maybe next time I’ll sit and “om”. Maybe.

I’m eating poorly, meaning I’m eating the remains of a two week old Carvel birthday cake. It tastes kind of stale but I just can’t stop eating it anyway. It’s better than forgetting to eat, which is what happened Wednesday night after my lecture. A banana is definitely not dinner.

And then in the middle of trying to enjoy my chaotic day, I fell asleep. And now, I’ve just woken up..

So, where was I?