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In The Mood…

Ohmmm. I’m not sure what I’m in the mood for today. I must’ve blown a circuit or something on Saturday with my big writing day because ever since I’ve been dragging ass. I want to sleep. In fact, sleep is like the sexiest thing in the world to me right now. Like, if Gerard Butler, M. Shadows or Vin Diesel were to say, “Danica, would you like to come with me to my secret hideaway and so I can shower you with more pleasure than you could possibly handle?”

My response would be, “Eh, is there a comfy bed?”

Okay, maybe not. Cause those men are sexy! I’d probably latch onto them like Velcro and never let them go. “But we can be together forever! Oh look, it’s Vin/M. Shadows/Gerard.” (Because I can be fickle.)

Anyway, sleep sounds delicious. Except I keep having weird dreams. I suppose with RomantiCon coming up, my brain is trying to get me ready for it or something because I’ve had several dreams about the conference, or a conference, then more recently I’ve dreamed about doing squats. I’m talking about a gazillion squats. Is it any wonder I’m so tired when I wake up? I’m working out in my dreams!

So yeah, we need some music about dreams or sleeping or something. *thinks* Several songs came to mind, but they were all slow and depressing. So I chose this:

I do enjoy Stone Sour. A lot. And the title is fitting, isn’t it?

Hope y’all are sleeping more than I am!

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Daylight Savings Time and Men

Those really have nothing to do with each other. My brain is still in bed sleeping the sleep of the innocents. Or not so innocents.

I think y’all liked last week’s interview, right? That’s what it seemed like anyway. Which leads to part of today’s post. It’s fun searching and trying to track down men for the interviews. Unfortunately, it isn’t always easy. I have a couple of guys this month but I may not have them every week the way I’d like. To make sure I have enough to go around (I’m cracking up at myself), I’m going to stagger them a little. Maybe post fantasy men every other week.

For instance, next week we have one of the newest Cavemen to join Ellora’s Cave, Austin. Oh yeah, I have a new Caveman debuting right here on Unearthly Musings! After that? Well, I may have a Marine and fighter scheduled. *shivers* He’s something else. Seriously. So y’all don’t want to miss the upcoming Fantasy Men Interviews. And hopefully, that’s whetted your appetite and will have you coming back again and again. *rubs her hands together with a maniacal laugh*

There’s so much coming up really, that it sucks to have this Daylight Savings Time thing dragging me down. My great-nephew arrives on Thursday (yay!), the Big Cocks and Shamrocks Blog Hop starts on Sunday, my Scavenger Hunt for Dean’s List starts a week from today, Dean’s List comes out next Wednesday and then we have Easter right after that! And here I am having to prop my eyes open.

Heck, I had to nearly carry my dog out of bed because in her mind it was 4:30, not 5:30 when I rolled out of bed and flipped on the light. She blinked at me as though to say “Are you out of your mind, woman? It’s too early to go potty.”

The cat, who has to oversee my shower every morning, did not look happy to do so at such an early time. She sat on the counter glaring at me throughout the entire process. I could see her through the shower curtain. I felt like such an inconsiderate pet owner. Why was I up and making noise? Why was I making them get out of bed before they were ready? Didn’t they realize I stayed up later than usual to watch that Vikings show? (Which was really good, by the way.) How could I possibly justify going to bed late and waking up so early?

Well I don’t feel that bad really. Why should I? I’m going to be working all day to make enough money to keep them in good food and litter while they’re going to sleep all day. *mutters* I really need to win the lottery. Or find a rich man to take care of me. Do y’all know any who might be looking for a Cajun woman who prefers jeans to dresses, has a fingernail polish fetish, three pets, writes smut and loves men with beards? No? Me neither.

Happy Daylight Savings Time. Yeah, I’m shuddering at that phrase too. *mutters*

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