Lost: one week

Where did the last week go? I feel like once again I blinked and the whole thing went past

I have to admit, I’ve been so exhausted by the end of the term chaos that I’ve not been wanting to look at a screen when I got home. I’ve been just curling up on the couch and trying to relax.

It was a productive week, work wise though. I got all the grades uploaded onto the system, I invigilated some exams, I talked through dissertation topics, I argued grades etc etc. And now term has ended so I’m working on winding down.

Current plan is relax and enjoy things over Christmas, my birthday and New Year, then once the festivities are over I’ve got a week to get everything prepared for the new term.

I got home on Friday evening to find Jack & Lucy had decorated for Christmas. It was a magical feeling, coming home to that at the end of a stressful week was perfect. If I’m ever too old to find Christmas decorations to be wondrous, I will be going to find my grave!

We went to see Aquaman which was incredible and if I didn’t have enough of a crush on Jason Momoa before hand? ❤

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Catching up

I managed to finish all the grading early afternoon yesterday and got to spend the evening watching Doctor Who with Jack and Lucy, before an early night. I got all the grades posted onto the system by lunchtime today.

I’ve gone through all my notifications and my inbox is zero. I think I’m getting the hang of the commenting thing. Sometimes I still feel a bit awkward and over-think what I’m saying but I suspect this is mostly going to be an experience/practice thing and it’ll get easier the more I do it. That’s what I’m hoping at least.

Now all I have to do is catch up on my reading page. Wish me luck?

Following on from my Spotify stats, my Godreads Year In Review figures have also been posted and look a little like:

I would have liked a breakdown of the genres and authors that I read the most as well – does anyone who uses Goodreads know if I can find this information at all?

And I know a lot of my new friends have mentioned they are interested in the poly and BDSM aspects of my life so if there’s anything you’d like to ask me about that, please do

The Universe is under no obligation to make sense to you

27 exams to go, then all I have to do is enter the grades onto the system. I was really hoping I’d be done today and have tomorrow as a down day but I’m admitting defeat. I’m going cross-eyed and can someone remind me what Kepler’s laws of planetary motion are again?

I think my plan for tomorrow is to have a lie-in, partake in Sunday morning playtime then try and get finished in time to have relaxing time with Jack and Lucy.

They’ve been good to me this weekend though. Jack ordered me Chinese takeout, he’s been making sure I take regular breaks and giving me shoulder rubs. Lucy insisted I take a nap with her this afternoon – and I’m just hoping it’s not going to stop me from sleeping tonight.

Grading

I don’t think I’m going to be escaping my study much – if at all – this weekend. I finished this week with all the grading to do. A couple of hundred worksheets, 70 or so reports and 70 or so exams (mixed multiple choice and short answer).

Send coffee and donuts. And Jason Momoa. And more pens, mine just ran out.

Right now, I’m not sure I know the difference between a terrestrial planet and a gas giant anymore.

And then I realise there are finals for two courses next week.

Which is why it’s gone 11pm on a Friday night and I’m still sitting at the computer. Although, I’m now winding down, checking my emails and coming on to see how much more I’m missing on Dreamwidth. So much for getting caught up this weekend, and I wanted to post a review of the book I finished today. But it’s nearly Christmas break. Just one more week to go!

2018 in Music

I got my Spotify 2018 stats today and I’m thinking ‘listen to more music, Sam!’ is going to be a goal for 2019.
I spent 1224 minutes listening to music in 2018, that’s only just over 20 hours. How awful is that?
Madonna was my top played artist, and I listened to her for 4 hours. My other top played artists were Erasure, The Police, Prince and Belinda.
My top played genres were rock, pop, indie, soul and rnb.
The oldest song I listened to was Quando Quando Quando by Engelbert Humperdinck which was recorded in 1968. I’m kind of hoping shares this stat, his could be really interesting since he tends to listen to classical and opera. Yes, Jack, that’s a hint!


Not that I love my 80s pop music or anything haha.

There was something else I wanted to post about but I got distracted by that.

Jason Momoa under a waterfall

I had wonderful, erotic, dreams last night that involved Jason Momoa and a waterfall. He was sun-kissed, shirtless and barefoot, just a pair of very well fitting shorts. His hair was loose and he was smiling. In the dream, he purred my name, swept me under the waterfall, pulled me into his arms, lifted me up and made love to me. And oh, it was good. I can remember his smell, the strength of his arms, the sound and feel of the waterfall and… yeah.

I’m pretty sure this picture

helped inspire the dream. Don’t you want to wrap your arms around his biceps while he presses you down on the rocks and fucks you hard?

I woke up horny but had no time to do anything about it, I had an early lecture. I was completely unable to shake the images from my mind all day and each time it played out, the fantasy got more detailed, more erotic, more vivid and by the time I got home this evening, my engine was very revved up.

Jack wasn’t home when I got in, he was out with the dogs, but Lucy was, and luckily she’s got a very high sex drive so didn’t mind me basically pouncing on her as soon as I walked through the door. We were still working off some energy when Jack got home, he joined us and… well. The fantasy got some mileage, although there was no waterfall. We thought about the shower but never quite got there.

That’s not quite where I’d planned to go with this post. Not that I’m entirely sure where this was going, maybe more about Jason Momoa himself. I don’t even know if I’m going to post this. I’m going to keep writing and see what happens, that’s how this works, isn’t it?

Right now, I’m catching up on this week’s episodes of NCIS, NCIS: Los Angeles and NCIS: New Orleans (Mark Harmon and Scott Bakula are also very handsome gentlemen), a purring cat on my lap, cuddling with Lucy and listening to the rain.

We are having the most fabulous storm – huge forks of lightning, crashes of thunder, torrential rain, it’s wonderful! I absolutely love storms, love ’em to bits. I’ve never been one of those people frightened by them: even as a child I used to hang out of my window to watch them. And I love nothing better than going for a run in the pouring rain.

Cats & Bondage

Not that I ever used it much, but I deleted my Tumblr earlier this evening. They have every right to manage the content on their service, but I don’t have to agree with ridiculous, arbitrary, sexist, and parochial standards.

Jack won ‘best husband’ award this afternoon appearing at my office door with flowers and then taking me out to lunch. A naughty glass of wine and pulled pork sub was exactly what my lunchtime needed and seeing him always brightens the day. He’s still using the cane but he’s moving much better than he was last week. You can definitely tell he’s feeling better – he’s bored sitting around at home all day!

Pasta is currently simmering away and I’ve got no plans for this evening. There’s a cat trying to get my attention, batting at my hands as I type.

Speaking of cats, I read this article the other day that claims – and I wish I was joking – that owning a cat contributes to people being aroused by sadomasochism because they’ve contracted toxoplasmosis, which is ‘linked to sexual arousal by fear, violence and danger in humans’. Yes, that’s right, we’re kinky because we have a brain parasite caused by cat faeces.

Please excuse me while I have a moment of hysterical laughter. There was me thinking I got into BDSM because my husband (ok, he wasn’t my husband at the time but nevertheless) asked me to spank him, because he knew it turned him on – something he’d known since his teens. Turned out it was something I really enjoyed – although I’ve always owned cats. And he’d never owned one until we moved in together.

Repeat after me – correlation is not causation.
Although, in the interest of fairness, I haven’t clicked through to read the actual study in the Journal of Evolutionary Psychology, only the article that refers to it.

But, of course, there has to be something wrong with us to enjoy kinky sex. (And I wish I had an eye-rolling smiley gif to put here!)