Stimulous package for my nipples.

Hi! I'm an author who hasn't written anything worth a damn in quite a while. How's that for a building block to success?

Actually, I have four books in my head, the ones of the sexual nature most prominent. Why I don't know. I usually put less emphasis on the lust and more emphasis on destruction, but it's all I can do to keep up with their sexual antics. I'm hesitant to put them down on paper, though, which is the big problem. I'm so very busy with work, and I know I'll want to just write them all and get them out of my system. I think I must be sexually repressed here lately. (Ms. Obvious, at your service.)

Ovis Ovis: "Please don't leave me." Yeah, I kinda told him I'd already talked to the good company and can let them go quite easily. There's a clandestine deal in the works and the hospital might take over my transcription, but the good company is getting two new practices NOW and I thought it would be a good time to drop the center.

Yeah. Please don't leave me. Good one, Ovis Ovis.

I'm such a sucker. I wrote the good company and told them I felt I owed Ovis Ovis a bit longer of my time. He's doing interesting things like certificates of need for new projects, since a couple of his ships seem to be sinking. Plus that, he does a lot of personal--and I mean personal--correspondence through me, because he knows I keep my mouth shut.

Please don't leave me. Okay, Ovis Ovis. He seriously meant it because I got paid on time for the last certificate of need project. He still owes me lots, but the project I just completed included a hefty hourly fee for creating documents from scans in addition to the transcription. It came at just the right time, too. We counted our stimulus eggs before they hatched.

God, I don't think I've ever had anyone ask me that before. It sounded like something he'd never say, and how do you say no to that?

I did mention that this is contingent upon proper, ethical, and polite correspondence from the office staff. He agreed.

On one hand, I want to kick myself. Keeping the center means nightly commitment to clear everything off their system. Going exclusively to the big company means I can ask for a day off and truly get the entire day off! Ovis Ovis has pointed me to a lot of job leads over the years (which FIA stole it they didn't leave the area or retire), and he said "please don't leave me."
Seriously. I've never heard that before from anyone in my life! I worked in nursing homes, too!

I'm not as much a softie as I am loyal, I think. With the kind of business Ovis Ovis does and the situations he's in currently, he needs one individual he can whisper secrets to (who can type) and be assured of confidentiality. He's been good to me over the years, mostly. He just lets the inmates run the asylum too much, methinks.

So now I'm sitting here thinking I just passed on some new experience with kick-ass neurosurgeons. That would've been fascinating, and my experience with that is limited, and I would just love, love the research and making myself proficient at that. However, I requested an internal medicine doc whose line count is quick and staggering, so I'm making more money in less time, which means I can kind of zone and think of how many positions from the karma sutra I can use in my books.

Lord, help me. I need...a cookie.

I told hub that, with our stimulus package, I want stimulated, as well. I found some nipple stimulate-ors. No lie. If he's not going to take time on me, I'll hop on the bed before he gets there and buy some triple-A's, put my hands behind my head, and relax. That's my favorite part of the entire process some nights.

TMI.

Yeah, like I've ever been guilty of that before.

Oh, oh, oh...I'm tired, but even if I want to sleep, it's been requested that I not share a bed with hub because I snore. He does plenty of snoring, too, but I can sleep through his, but he can't sleep through mine. Over the weekend, he asked what I was still doing up at 4:00 a.m. I told him I can't come to bed while he's there. The rule then changed to co-sleeping on weekends. I stayed up until he got up. Yes, I'm being pissy. I know he's a light sleeper, but sheesh.