I'm not feeling very sexy. I'm not really a very sexy person (sexual, yes; sexy? not really), but despite a multitude of opportunities to be my usual open self about sex - down to having coffee with Dave yesterday and ending up in a conversation about tentacle porn, followed by Lydia's informal social (which replaced the CCK one this month and brought up some discussions on the subject) - I've just not been really very horny recently. I can talk to horny people, sure. I can even talk about any sexual topic under the sun. I just don't want it right now.
I'm not sure I'm even in the mood for cuddles. I mean, I'd love a cuddle, who wouldn't? But if you cuddle me right now, you'd get scratched from my beard, which has grown too long, and I'd probably also fall asleep. That's one of the reasons I'm not up for sex right now - I fear I may be a bad performer, due to the state I'm in right now.
There's no reason behind this, particularly. I guess it's the day. I'm not really upset or depressed about anything. But I have had an especially dull day today. I didn't wake up until about 1 (wake up, not get up - I was still asleep) and then found that I had very little to do anyway.
And I did very little. I got yelled at by my mother for not being awake any earlier. I played some Donkey Kong Country while narrating it to myself as if it were a Let's Play. I had some soup and went to see my grandfather, who's lying in bed following the latest in a long line of eye operations. It's all very dull. And it's been an oppressive, dull day. A grey sky, heavy feeling in the air. Cold but not brisk. Dull, dull, dull. And I've got that feeling.
I don't know how to get my sexy back. But I'm assuming that shaving meticulously, and washing all this feeling off, may just do the trick. So please excuse me - I'm going to the bathroom, and I intend to shower my sexy feeling right back on.