Well, Pooh! - (Vacay went awaya)

Well, the blood test confirmed, I was in fact drugged. I feel like such an idiot. The asshole was a nerdy Dutch tourist. Apparently they caught him dosing another boy that night. We lost a day and a half to the Greek judicial system. Statements were taken. 

On the upside Z and I spent the rest of the week enjoying the inside of the rental. To be honest my perfect vacation consists of a bedroom, he, and I. Those boundaries were pushed as we christened every room, and most of the furniture.

I didn't get much writing done in Greece. To be honest, it took me about three days to shake off whatever that jackass put in my drink. I should have taken a page from my own club warnings from "Frozen and Chosen - part 1".  Who knew life could imitate art.

A glutton for punishment, I decided to look at my page views... I guess folks in my home nation don't like my writing much. The US has now been beaten out by both the United Kingdom and Poland.

• Nation / Page views
• United Kingdom / 303
• Poland / 46
• United States / 35
• Canada / 11
• France / 11
• Philippines / 8
• Germany / 4
• India / 4
• Ukraine / 2
• Ireland / 1

(Poland, trying to let that one sink in. Canada and France are quickly catching up. Perhaps it's a good thing, I'm an ex-pat now.)

--- Home again... Getting home from the airport was a trip. A huge section of our street collapsed. It looks like a foundation wall on the construction site down the road fell in. I smiled at Z and whispered, "I guess no Popeye's or Papa Johns for us." Like he would ever let me eat fast food again. Amman is getting ready for it's royal visitor from Great Britain. Z and I will likely keep a low profile.  I'm waiting for his boss to tell him to stay home.

I got my new language tutor. I find it odd whenever he is at the apartment for my lessons, we are never alone. Either Z or the housekeeper is floating around the room. Since the incident on Santorini, Z does not let me out of his arm's reach in public.  I feel like an idiot.

I have a good start on three stories. The continuation of Frozen and Chosen, historical fiction set in renaissance France and Turkey, and one set in my home state. The last hits a little too close to home at times, but I just couldn't push it out of my thought so I decided to put it down and text.  I'm not sure when they'll be done. Between my online coursework, Arabic tutoring, time with the Shrinky Dink, and interning with Z,  my day is pretty much spent.

Something interesting is happening, I am actually sleeping more at night. I normally only sleep four hours, tops. Now I'm sleeping six. Z is happy, it is just weird to me. I have always liked the phrase from the movies, "You can sleep when you're dead." Too many people sleep through their life, not enough people live every moment. I know that's a little preachy but it's what I feel.

Nadir

Received an email, some of you folks ask wicked personal questions... One person asked just how flexible I am. Like I said I get weird questions. 

I answered with the simple statement... I do not require a partner for oral sex. I am not drawing any pictures, I'll just leave that to your own imagination.