Plus, I keep reading The Over-Educated Nympho for hours at a time, and damn! There is something about good writing that just makes me want to write as well.
Unfortunately, I've got a date tonight with the Gentleman (unfortunate? Who am I kidding! We have progressed to the naked stage, and so dates are wonderous fun things!) and before that, I have to take a midterm, shower, wash my hair, shave, clean my room, do more cleaning of my room, and write a paper. Maybe if I'm really lucky, I'll remember to eat.
So stories will have to come (tee-hee) later. Sigh, being a grown-up is *so* not fun.
ETA: And this is really just a Note To Self (I'm not a good blogger yet, I can do that) but I really ought to write about the ShibariBoy, who has been teasing me most cleverly. I keep making the mistake of thinking he's merely a friend I can talk shop with, and then he'll surprise me by not only expressing an interest, but by doing so in such a way that makes me squirm. Bastard.