The Wanking Streak Continues.

If I don’t write it down, I won’t remember. Gotta keep writing, gotta keep writing.

With this cold upon me, I’ve taken to using quarters of melatonin to sleep at night. Again, only .25 mg. I aim to sleep around 9 PM, though it usually ends up being closer to 10 PM. Last night, I got healthy, natural sleep. I went to bed at 10 PM. I woke up around 7 AM, but I just rolled over and slept until after 8 AM. That’s ten hours of sleep. And MAN I feel fantastic.

I got my wank in last night, though I don’t know if I can continue my streak. My erection of was of good quality, but my arousal level seemed a little low. I mean, sure, it felt good. I could just tell I required more stimulation than in past days to achieve orgasm. Thus, it was slightly forced. We’ll see. My penis will tell me when it’s time to stop wanking. I’ve had no problems achieving an erection, so once that becomes problematic, I’ll give it a rest for a day. Heh. Wanking = fun!

I like caressing my balls.

Anyway.

When I got in Friday, I was informed that I got yet another customer compliment about me due to something in drive-thru. Goddamnit, at this rate, I’ll never leave drive-thru. Though, there is a good thing about drive-thru. The headset keeps my hat from falling off. Do you realize how poofy my hat gets from being under my hat? Ha ha.

Sadly, I think I’m adjusting. I know everything I need to do to take care of myself, and I take care of myself. I get annoyed at people who are slobs in drive-thru, then leave the place a mess for the next shift. I keep everything stocked, and everything clean. I still have a habit of going in the back and getting sodas ready at the beginning of the day. Whenever there is a lull, I clean trays. Shit like that. Most of the other cashiers help me out because I tend to help them out.

This job is strangely less stress than Panera. While I was expecting to get less respect, whether that’s true or not is irrelevant. Something that’s occurred to me is that the people who came into Panera were far more pompous. That’s the only word I can use to describe it. My goal when I took this job was to not take it too seriously. And so far, so good. I used to want to always be self-aware. But you know what? Zoning and autopiloting seems to really refresh me. Always paying attention to everything eats energy. I wanted to be self-aware to avoid being a “drone”. But, that was just the judgemental side of myself.

My mom’s coming home today or tomorrow, my dad went to get her. Damn it. Ha ha. Remind me to move out or something. So much for playing Smash Bros Melee whenever I wanted. And so much for the dishwasher being orderly. I’m so OCD about that. My dad must have never played with blocks as a child, as he is severely spatially challenged.

What else…

Plan on seeing Cliff tonight, as stayed away last week with the beginnings of this cold. I need to write down topics, as my mind tends to go blank around him. I can’t help it, he’s male. My brain does not like males. : (

I think I’ll go pee, eat some grape nuts, brush my teeth, shave, poop, wash my hands, and then vacate. Mmm, pee.