Accessional diary of a dyslexic dom.

Last night I took a pill. I slept like a log, but recently I only seem to sleep with the aid of drugs. One of my paintings went horribly wrong. I was excited, for a while about painting but that just suddenly seemed to evaporate. 

Mostly, when I look, I find women who are dominant or are seeking other women. Even if I did find someone I don't know if I have anything left to put into it. Domination is hard work, I expect, at the moment I am just too tired.

Everything seems like a chore

haiku.

tiredness takes me 

everything seems like a chore

Fuck the washing up

I can not even be bothered to write a proper third line at the moment. Maybe it will come to me later.