Melly vs. Stomach

My exile at the kitchen table is coming to an end!!!! The office furniture that I was promised months ago is being installed tomorrow! I will have a space where I can pen my tales of ignorance, disability and lust without interruption! No longer will I be interrupted in my deep contemplation of the origins of the eternal Heat that laps at my loins! Gone is the day when my attempt to describe the sheer sensuality of the male radiologist lifting me onto the MRI table (that happened last week *sigh*) is interrupted by my mother waltzing into the room and announcing that she's figured out what makes Democrats behave in the way that they do (she theorizes that the "Democrat Brain" is aligned differently and those who are inclined to the Arts, such as actors, singers and the like, are full of dreams and therefore, Democrats).

Anyway, after I get organized and situated and everything, I will post my Winter Heat saga. Really, I will. I have yet to finish a "Summer Heat" series that I was emailing LeRoy, but there's no better way to Christen a new office than to sit down at the desk, get comfy in the chair, pull up the keyboard, and tell the world of your insatiable horniness.

It's like, tradition!