I must have taken a vow of celibacy in my sleep or something because the last ten months have been a veritable Sahara desert-land of a dry spell. If the new moon pagan ritual I participated in on Friday evening doesn't start to kick in soon, I may have to take drastic measures to release the blockages against my sex life. This afternoon I went on a hike with two Godessy friends of mine who couldn't stop yammering on about their sex lives (the trees, bushes, and lizard's ears were alive with the sounds of women in their 30's comparing notes on their various experiences...so much to learn). Just rubbing it in...damn.

Just for today, I surrender the monastic life.