Must be that time of month.

I'm sure that if I was to look back over my writing I would find a cycle. Of course, I'm too lazy to actually do that, but never let that hold me back from running with a well honed assumption.

Again I am overwhelmed (overwhelmed, underwhelmed... what about just a whelm?) with what probably amounts to nothing more than a biological imperative that makes me want to have sex sex sex. It catches me while I'm standing in a queue, when I'm sitting doing my work, when I'm riding home on the train. Matter'a'fact, I could do with one right now...

And let's not beat about the bush (although that may be my only option). We are not talking about flowers in the hair, walking hand in hand, romantic dinner "making love". The images that fill me head are purely sweaty, pounding, dirty fucking. Nothing delicate about how I'm feeling today.

Guess all any of us can do is hang on until the ride is over.