Being just slightly perverted.

Either I have come to terms with the more dark convolutions of my brain or I just simply stopped fighting against them. over the past few weeks I have come to realize that my drawings, writings and even my overall thoughts all revolve around sex. On it's own not very bad, probably a lot better than the complete lack of thoughts in that directions I had near the end of my last relationship. But for crying out load, that's bin over a year ago and now suddenly my mind gets overrun by thoughts. I bet it has something to do with that story I wrote for nanowrimo there is ample amount of sex involved in that story.

About that story I fear I will really have to completely rewrite the first half. For some odd reason I have come to the conclusion that it will be a much better story if certain parts are seen through Waltz' eyes instead of Heathers. Which means that only by the grace of god will I successfully reach the editorial end date of May first, after that I will loose my code with which I can get a free copy. No Fair, I want my free copy. But I am not going to kill myself.

Oh and on yet another account I fear I do have contracted something as I have just had yet another week of shivers and rises. Unless this is still the same than I don't want to know what it really is.