Working on my proofs and writing up a [revised] biography.  Have to kick the printer to make it work long enough to print out the contracts for FlexibleSexual.  Also, I now have a talk show on BlogTalkRadio where you can listen to shows either streaming or archived.  Uncensored.  More importantly, though, you can call in and sound off with your own opinions, questions, thoughts, stories, tips, or just state to the world that you love your new kitten, Mr. Fancy Paws.  Hell, I'd be really, really amused if you called me up and said that while I'm on the air.  I'll post my show schedule as I figure out my times, work out the kinks, and think up the segment concepts.

There was a lot of excitement on Saturday, when a bat went on a crazed mission of evil and terror through my apartment.  A bat.  In an apartment.  A ground floor apartment, no less.  During the day.  What the fuck?!?  Luckily, the Mister wrangled it into the spare bedroom, where it hung upside down on a calendar.  He caught it and poked it into a container for the animal collection people to test for rabies.  Needless to say, that calendar is now in the garbage.  Then the car wouldn't start, so he hitched a ride with us when my gal pal came to drag me out the door for a night of clubbing.  We dropped him off at work, then we hit the town.  After the bat, I needed loud music and hard liquor.  Hehehe.  Evil, isn't it? 

And there's amazing food on to cook right now, perfuming the whole apartment and making my stomach growl.  I just realized I'm really fucking hungry.  The hilarity of the situation never eludes me: me, at home, being little Suzie Homemaker, making dinners, planning social events, packing lunches for my Other Half, studying to become a Master Sommelier, minding the home, primping and keeping myself pretty.  Then... writing dirty stories, modelling like a pin-up girl, and giving sex advice on the phone, and now in a talk show format.  I'm like Donna Reed with a dildo collection.  Heheh.

Oh, yeah, and in a wheelchair.  Gotta love that part.