I got home from work this morning feeling like I needed to punch someone!! I decided that I would take a few moments to gather my thoughts and apply some meditation techniques I've learned over the years. I knew If I didn't settle my psyche, I wouldn't be able to sleep. 

As I laid on my bed, eyes closed, listening to my breathing and feeling my belly inflate and deflate. I let my mind rest. I concentrated on my inner happiness. (evil souls in this world can eat at your sanity). 

My mind wandered to the "Book of Revelations", Revelations as in the last book of the New Testament which contains visionary descriptions of heaven and of conflicts between good and evil and of the end of the world. 

I realised that I should "Love thy neighbour" even if they are a "Miserable Soul". I'm not the cause of "Her Royal Sourness" unhappiness, so I've resigned not to let myself be sucked into her 'Black Hole of an Existence'!! 

I'm heading to work tonight with a new outlook at the situation. I'm sure this will make 'Me' the better person!! (and crawl up under her unhappy skin)

With this burden unloaded off of my mind, I waited for my husband, in an ambushing sexy nighty!! I pounced on him the second he crossed our bedrooms threshold. I knew he would clue into my desires as soon as he saw my nighty (it's my "Give it to me hard, nighty"). I figured I would take my aggression out on his dick instead of "Her Royal Sourness's" face. (never mind that I was breaking the 'Golden' house rule of no sex before 7am, I needed an activity that frees my creative energy and emotion, i.e. AN ORGASM!!)   

With my orgasm out of the way early, I was able to doze off with a 'genuine smile' and the satisfaction of true love and happiness (Valentine's Day came early for my husband, I hope he's up for a rematch on February 14th, two days recovery, should be plenty, lol)

I set my 'wake up' alarm for 1115am.  I had a lunch date with my best fag friend and Pinky at Krispy Kreme (Pinky has decided to resume doing shifts there to earn a few extra dollars for our up and coming trip to the USA) (she hates working there now I'm no longer there but money has a funny way of motivating people, trust me, if I could do it.....I would)

Lunch was fun!! My best fag friend was able to share his woe's with Pinky. (I didn't tell Pinky that by best fag friend and his Penrith Parasite were having some breathing space apart, it's not my place to tell) Pinky was shocked, to say the least!! I was disappointed to hear that the Penrith Parasite has let a 'Close Friend' (of 2 long years) manipulate him to such extremes, that he would push away a gentle loving soul like my best fag friend. I'm sure, in the end, when the Penrith Parasite realises that his 'Friend' is his own person 'Demon', happily destroying his relationship with my best fag friend, he will see the err of his ways. (or the Penrith Parasite will wake up and just fuck his friend cause it really sounds like that's what he wants but is afraid to admit to it) (The Days and Drama's of Gays.......this could be the title of my new Gay soap opera.....what do ya' think?

From Krispy Kreme, me and my best fag friend headed over to Glams house. Glam bought a new Macintosh Notebook laptop and needed my best fag friends expertise. With my best fag friend engulfed in his "Apple" passion, I excused myself and made my exit. I had an appointment with a personal trainer in the gym at 6pm. (Maybe I should have seen her this morning to work out my aggression  but that would mean I missed out on an 'Orgasm'....fuck that.......I'll take an orgasm over gym torture any day)

I arrived at work all 'rosy cheeked' from my two workouts today. I was much more relaxed and my calming aura radiated from my skin. I had the attitude that "Nothing or No One" was bursting my bubble tonight!!

My positive pheromones must have taken effect on the others around me because, two hours into the shift, I was offered a "Swingers" position (of course I didn't refuse).  It pays to be kind and pleasant to others, because it's usually repaid when it is most needed!! (Working 5 overnights takes it toll on your physical well being)

The night moved along uneventful until last break. I finished relieving and was about to relieve for toilet breaks when I was approached by "Papa A". He grilled me about break times. This was my first time as a "Swinger" on his shift and I didn't have an answer for him. I was dumbfounded!! He suggested that I wrap it up and get to the business of cleaning up the floors. For some reason he evoked a nervous reaction in me. I don't usually react nervously to superiors, as I've been at this level of command before and understand their need to 'get the job done'.

We tidied the place with vigour and headed into the change rooms with a sense of relief, relief that this night was over, relief that my week was over!! (bring on my days off!!)

My "G-Unit" was due on this morning and a glimpse of my "Mr. Pecks" would have just topped off my relief, but unfortunately no luck, I missed him. :*(           
(this just increases my excitement to see him Monday night and gives me a reason to live another day and show up to work next week!!) bahaha