Morning of 2-20-7

Morning heartrate of about 75 BPM. Average for me.

I’m still feeling kind of horny, which is odd for me. I mean, I’m not usually horny in the morning. Maybe I should track my sex drive. Shit, I’m tracking everything else. I have a mood chart, I’m charting when I sleep, I weigh myself after every workout, and now I’m checking my heartrate when I first wake up. What’s one more thing to keep an eye on? Ha ha.

I know damn well sex drive waxes and wanes. I can have weeks where I can completely forget to wank, and other weeks where I find myself nonchalantly squeezing myself. Though, that’s not entirely an erotic thing. I think I’m amused at how my glans can move around in its skin. I mean, don’t girls autonomically tweak their boobs or their kitty? *shrugs*

I sure talk about sex a lot, for someone that hasn’t penetrated a lady in over two years. Ha ha. Hey, I’ll admit I miss it. Plus, we all know everybody likes reading about sex, even if it’s self-love. I’m still amused that I’m cruder and more perverted than when I was a teen. I certainly don’t wank as frequently, but the quality lately is a lot better.

I wonder whether I really did write meaningful things, or whether I was just trying too hard. Perhaps I still underestimate myself.

Anyway, I’m up against the clock. I have to leave soon to hit the gym if I don’t want to be late for class. :: burps ::