morning

[dragonlady7]

ugh.
writing hangover.
was up till after 3.
finally fell asleep on my keyboard.
didn't drool.

time for some of the hair of the dog that bit me, i think. ahhh... where was I?

i'm lying here groggily and dave's just come into my room, hair slicked back and dripping wet onto the collar of his too-large work shirt, and flexed all his muscles for me.
"Why so manly?" I asked.
"It happens sometimes," he said, and stroked his manly beard thoughtfully. (It's a tiny patch just below his lower lip. It doesn't extend onto his chin.)
Yeees. My man is becoming a hairy man. My plot is nearly complete. Ah hah hah hah. Heh heh.