Oh dear.
Tonight, I dreamed a perfect sadomasochistic short story. It involved catholic girls, anal probing, jealousy, oral sex, conflict, drama... wow.
I should start writing it this instant, but I have this other dreaded text to work on that I desperately want to finish.
Duh. Why do the best ideas always have such awful timing?
The other thing is that I would really love to be able to share that dream with one of those catholic girls (she does exist in real life, and was a good friend for many years), but it would be wildly inappropriate to do so, and only lead to unnecessary weirdness for everyone involved. Duh again.
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