take it, torchwood, and my truck

I spent last night trying to write; my family were out, and I was alone, and reasonably free of urgent must-do tasks after having worked most of the weekend.

I had in mind a short piece of erotica, something inspired by a scene in an episode of The Shield (the phrase ‘take it‘ has a way of inspiring my erotoc imagination). I have characters in mind and the barest bones of a story.

Alas, I had a can’t-sit-still moment. I felt like I’d been pounding Pimp Juice all evening;Iwound up fidgeting and twitching, couldn’t stay in my chair long enough to actually keep my hands on my keyboard. Instead, I did laundry, washed dishes, and then finally managed to watch the season two opener of Torchwood (James Marsters snoggin’ John Barrowman; I mean, come ON, how can you not love this show a little?).

At least I got something started, though, so we’ll see. By boss is on vacation, and that used to be a good time to write, back when I had a little leeway to goof off; but who knows, maybe I’ll find a couple of hours this week for producing slacking.

In other news, my truck is due back somewhere around the end of the week. I miss it like a walrus misses his bucket. I’m drivin’ a tan mini-van right now, and I could not feel more out of place than I do in this vehicle. The only good thing about vans is that when the seats come out, there’re a great place for a mid-day shag, but who has time for a mid day shag anymore? Plus, I just put a better stereo with ipod integration in my truck, and I’m about to tear off my own ears from having to listen to the radio.