Sleep, sexy photography, and ALS

Yesterday I played hookey from work. It was wonderful! I read a lot and relaxed a lot and didn't feel bad about doing mostly nothing.
I ventured out only once, in the evening. My first stop was to get a Mystic Tan, and my second stop was the sex shop to get a couple pair of sexy pantyhose (fence net and back-seam fishnet), and I also bought a little G-spot vibrator to try.

My inspiration for this came two nights ago, after I'd just finished typing my post on pms. I was googling to find a sad picture to add to the post, and stumbled across the photo gallery of Elena Vasilieva (it doesn't show up much, but you can link to her photos by clicking on her name). She takes the most beautiful nude photos ever! She's just a photography genius. It would be impossible for me to recreate what she's done, but I'm going to try my best to mimic some of the poses and lighting. Of course, this won't happen until I shower and get myself all gussied up! And then I'll have more sexy photos of myself - to remind myself, in light of my recent pms issues, that I am indeed a hot piece of ass, and also, so when I'm 50, 60, 70 and beyond, I can look back and see how hot I once was!! Thank God for digital cameras, tripods and remotes!
And now to a completely different subject. On Thursday night I watched ER. I never watch that show, but I'd seen James Woods on the Today Show, and also seen the previews for this episode, and was intrigued to watch. He played a medical professor who had ALS aka Lou Gehrig's Disease. In the present day, he was in one of the final stages in which he could only move his eyes and communicate through a computer. They flashed back to various stages of his disease as well. Near the end of the show his character said, through his computer, that once he lost control of his eyes he would be trapped inside his body with no means of communicating, but having all his sense and mental faculties.
This is the most terrible nightmare I can imagine. Making this one of the worst diseases I can imagine. And if I had it, I would want someone who loved me to help put me out of my misery before I was trapped inside without any way to communicate. And I wouldn't want this person to be prosecuted afterward for assisting me in a suicide. All these things have been on my mind a lot since Thursday night.
Now I'm off to shower!
