Morning of 8-4-7

Up early to hit the gym prior to my shift. I decided to leave at 7:30 AM, so I have a few minutes to spare. I need my downtime. Plus, I’m never awake in the morning.

I’ve gotten into a rather delightful pattern of wanking about every-other-day. The night before, I wanted to break this pattern because, well, I love wanking. So I thought to myself, “If you can maintain an erection, you can continue to wank.” After a little ball-caressing, I was indeed able to achieve an erection. However, it only lasted a few minutes, and promptly wilted, not to return for the night. I was mildly saddened, but reminded myself how important orgasmic quality is.

Same strategy last night. After some ball caressing, as I do so love caressing my balls, I achieved an erection. I wanked deliberately slowly, to see how long my erection would last. Typically once I get my precum flowing and get my glans all lubed up, I know I’m good to go. I had another one of my moments where I just wanted to beat off quickly, but I reminded myself, “You fool! Stop and go! Stop and go!” A few minutes of patience meant the difference an orgasm overtaking me and me simply rushing to get myself off. At least, that’s how I like to look at it. I find that marathon masturbation doesn’t really add much to orgasmic quality, at least from a cost/benefit perspective – though the pleasure from the actual wanking can’t be understated.

I love masturbating. And having strong erections. I don’t think women can relate to that, unless there’s a sect that can appreciate their own ability to lubricate their Vagina. (Or their own clitoral erections.)

Moving along, then.

I was trying to refill my conditioner containiner, but it wouldn’t quite go in properly. Kept overflowing. What an annoyance. I’ll try again later when I’m more awake.

It feels humid. Meh. I’m sure I’ll feel better after I shower.

I’ll get my first paycheck for last week… next week. Funny how after you quit, you have that one extra paycheck, even though you’ve already quit.

For better or for worse, I’ve been taking melatonin the past couple nights. I just can’t afford to not get sleep. On the bright side, I’ve been using quarters. I recall the body only makes about .3 mg of melatonin naturally, so I was quite right in thinking that a full 1 mg was not needed.

Having tweaked my lower back will push off my routine probably until mid-August. By that time, it’ll be time for the Y’s yearly week-and-a-half shutdown. Annoying.

Someone named Neal came in yesterday, claiming to have known me at least ten years ago. I’ll have to check my yearbooks, because my memory is seriously failing me. He said he recognized me. I said, “What? My face mutated! I don’t even recognize myself in the mirror!” I really don’t. Why do you think I take so many pictures of myself? So I have proof if my face mutates again.

Well, I better get along now.