Me: do i know you?

Someone: Hey whats up? 21/f here you

Me: do i know you?

Someone: ah alright… sorry i can be forgetful sometimes…

Me: do i know you?

Someone: i just got done working out & taking a shower…i’m feeling a little horny

Me: do i know you?

Someone: sooo…. what’s up you feel like having a little fun?

Me: do i know you?

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Me: do i know you?

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Me: may i have your credit card number?

Someone: i use this site to play on cam cuz i dont wanna be recorded!!.. this site doesnt allow people to record me

Me: may i have your credit card number?

Someone: credit card is just to verify your age gotta make sure you’re over 18 before i get to show you my pussy or ass qt.

Me: do i know you?

System: The message “do i know you?” could not be delivered. The other person’s software cannot process commands at the rate they are being received.

Me: do i know you?

Someone: Well if you need any help ill be getting ready for you.. ;x i can’t wait to show you my body.. so please hury!..

Me: you’re a bot. you don’t have a body.

Someone: if i was a bot ..why would i be wearing this hat?? lolz

Someone is now offline.

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Last Thursday while I was lying awake not sleeping well as has become common, I had an idea what might be causing me sore muscles.  I can’t remember how long it’s been, but at some point this year I gave in and let my doctor put me on statins.  I suggested that it wasn’t a good idea, a) because everything has side-effects and b) I’m already on medications with effects and side-effects, and c) because of that and the wretched migraines, it can take me a long time to realize that something is a side-effect.  It looks like I hit the jackpot with statins.  After I stopped taking them, a lot of things suddenly improved, including the frequency and intensity of migraines.

Now I feel like I’m recovering from a long illness.  Writing is starting to look like fun instead of hard work.

My experience doesn’t mean that everyone should avoid statins.  But if you are taking them and think they are causing you problems, you could always talk to your doctor about stopping them for a couple of days, then see what happens.

The addiction is the notorious game Civilization.  I periodically pick up the recent version and play some, then get bored and put it back down.  The last time I picked it up, however, something different happened.  I started learning some of the deeper aspects of the game and winning at higher levels.  Civilization may have that famous “one more turn” aspect that draws people in, but that’s nothing compared to the addictive power of learning.  Of course, I was learning to be a better Civ player.

And then there is the appeal of a really solid alpha state lasting for hours.  The appeal goes up if you’re in discomfort.  Since I have chronic daily migraines, the invitation to step inside an alpha state and hide for a few hours is much harder to ignore.

Of course, the downsides to playing games are much smaller than the downsides of opioid addiction.  But there are downsides.  One is persistent RSI problems.  I’ve had worse, and I know these will go away once I stop playing for long enough.  When I change my activity patterns, I will probably get other RSI problems, but I need to give these parts of my arms a rest.  The other is that I’m not getting much writing done.

It’s hard to write when I have a migraine anyway.  Writing doesn’t offer the same comfort as Civ.  However, I will be spending much more time being a writer than being a Civ player.  At least until my arms heal up.

As an aside:  there are a couple of things that may bring me some migraine relief in the next few months.  Then I would have less pain to hide from.  Now wouldn’t that be cool.

And then I remembered… Yeah.  Lotus position.  If it wasn’t so worth it, I’d give up trying.

In other news, I finally got new speakers for the bedroom and promptly broke local stereotype statutes by having sex to Enigma.

It works like this:

Something unhappy (but not devastating) happens to you. You know that you will feel depressed about it for a certain unknown amount of time, and then one day it won’t bother you. You want a discount on the amount of time it takes to recover, because you’ve had so much practice at feeling this way already.

Or:

Something about a situation keeps setting off terrible emotional warning bells. However, you know that you are actually safe, and that the warning bells are an old defense mechanism reacting against a problem you don’t have anymore. You know your reaction is stupid, but you can’t stop doing it. You want to return the defense mechanism to the store where you got it.

Me: I’m a really tough stick.

Phlebotomist: You have a good vein right here.

Me: It will roll. Guaranteed.

Phlebotomist: No, I’ve got it.

Me: Ow.

Me: Ow.

Me: Ow!

Phlebotomist: Uh, it rolled. Let me see your other arm.

Me: *cries*

This is why I don’t enjoy reading vampire fiction and won’t write it either.

Which isn’t such a bad thing; I have to make up something new.

I have some news that zombie erotica fans will love. Here’s a book just for you.